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published
in Magma,
37, Spring 2007, ISSN 1352-9269
Green Park
snooker
table, grass cut to
fine
felty blades, Londoners
criss-crossing
like squashy
billiards
playing a wonky
game
of quick picnics,
scenic
routes to work and
sneaky
lunch hour snoozes
before
being potted by dusk’s
home-pointing
cue
down
tiled square holes
staggering
into earth.
Sarah Barnsley
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