we three
Lucy Maria and me
not much money
we have ambition
a mission
Lucy smiles
her quiet smile
taps keys
with a
purple nail
Maria rides
her white bike
like a whirlwind
her dark curls
trail
below the castle
we find the canal
toss our machines
into a nettlebed
horse dung
on cobbles
tow ropes
creak
cool dark room
low ceiling
up stumps Rose
from the cellar
fills each mug
froth trickles
down the sides
slams down
the enamel jug
farthings
on a slate
we have found
the pub with no bar
.
Geoff Sutton
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