Summer days in a working town

On January 5, 2000, in Poetry, by Andy Williamson
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the sun shone down
burning our skin
melting the bitumen on the road
the stench from the glue factory
lingering more intensely
without the wind
to carry it away
across working men’s houses
in a town without jobs

 

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