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The Belly Dancer

Rating: 5.0

Across the road the decorators have finished;
your flat has net curtains again
after all these weeks, and a ‘To Let' sign.

I can only think of it as a tomb,
excavated, in the end, by
explorers in facemasks and protective spacesuits.

No papers, no bank account, no next of kin;
only a barricade against the landlord,

and the police at our doors, early, with questions.
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Dr Antony Theodore 17 July 2020

No papers, no bank account, no next of kin; only a barricade against the landlord, and the police at our doors, early, with questions. Great thinking and imagination. tony

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