I was at home, upstairs, and glanced towards the natwest bank,
50 yards away on the corner of Elm Grove Road, the road that
disappears down the hill
The pavement, blush-red,
turned light into patterns
a dream realm
bewitching
compelling along Station Road, Cardiff Road,
St Brioc's Avenue, past St Teilo's Close
St David's Road, left into St Illtud's Avenue
Now, I see through this imprint
like alpha male
tap you on your forehead
wake you up
You, white, fleshy,
pinky-purple
so positive
I must have seen you about –
back and forth my window
up and down the shops,
must have felt the sun-warmth
get through the screens –
like a Trojan
a rootkit infection
I am pre-assigned
puppet-like
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