At the Garden-Centre
the snake whiles-away his summer afternoons
tempting girls with apples at his stall
he'll take them home by sports-car
if they fall
and wistful
through the window
they're there on quiet days
just the lees of cold-black coffee
and the clattering of trays
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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