One night at the shopping centre.

i have.

The sky,

Apocalyptically black

Thunder,

About to crack,

The rain ready to splat

Across this concrete track

Of the supermarket car park

Where

The wind

Dusty,

Dirty as crap

Rustles the rubbish

With a ratty–tat-tat

Words that

I’ve invented

Perhap……s.

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