On Sunday - Poem by Lindsay Smith
On Sunday afternoon May 19 1968
I saw a senior citizen leak
in the gutter in Montreal Street Christchurch
opposite Pearson's Laboratory
& more or less
behind the police kennels.
She had her coat & dress hoisted up
& her brown handbag held clear
as the stream drained
evenly through her underwear
like straining jelly from apples.
A slight steam rose at her feet
& her lips were pursed
like the fanny of an old ewe.
I recall little else as it is not easy
to observe some sights.
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