At The Garden-Centre Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

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

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