CAPE OF GOOD HOPE

Poltergeist activity

--the sun winding like a staircase

onto the pavement,

rickety afternoon

shooting back thru

shawls of the city.

Tippy-toe. Curtains

ajar, a face at the cross-roads looking,

looking for all the world as

pavement stones,

greasy & black, a thin

oiled compliment to

Mrs. Blight registered

at Old Inn Road.

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