THOUGH YOU MAY THINK I’VE FORGOTTEN, I HAVEN’T, HONEST, CHECK THIS:
Who’s that walking, tears in the morning? Rush, there’s sympathy in
brand new trainers, purple laces, diamond ears. Shelters from a chill
wind, gathering messages, oblivious at the cross roads. Face in a Pink
cap glances in at the window, thinks it recognises the face on the
other side. Does a double take, keeps on walking, locks it’s wheels to
a post on Margaret Street where all the messages today are air-born.