Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I write. And maybe someone will read and find a flower among these weeds.
Sunday 8 July 2012
Hyson Green
wheelie bins, dog poo and concrete roses
in the back
yards and clothes lines
kurtas and shalwar kameez
dripping with last nights showers
jasmine trailing over the front
fences
brick villas, hyson green
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