in Abbotsford
Rusty corrugated iron fences
concrete slabbed
loading bays
of old factories.
In pitted courtyards
disdainful weeds
sprouting
gaudy and tall
through cracking tarmac
purples and yellows
mirror-imaged
in oily-puddled
potholes.
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