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Local Poetry

Contrasts  By Sandré Clays

Under the bridge
the Douglas beavered with trolleys
attempts to flow;
make vandals water music
to the tune of flapping bags
snagged on wire baskets.
where bottles, cans, debris
collect within the mesh,
junk jewels set in rusted filigree.

Across the road the pier
almost pristine
cherished by 'The Way We Were'.
Trees, shrubs planted for and around
a Public inconvenience
(never open when you need it)
The water bus hustles
a fingerful of sightseers along
a canal deserted
Its intended visitors
probably at the ASDA hypermaket
trundling new trolleys