I have walked through equatorial jungles

Today, no through see leaves, no shadows

The tarmac sunny white, low East Sun

A contractor, two cones left behind

A pothole was fixed yesterday

A willow by the Enterprise

Part of a business centre

A no-name street

A no-name dentist

Criminal, legalised

The Apollo, the pub

Closed with graffiti

A rocket to no-where

Drowned by Polish valets

Hand washing parked cars

The zebra cross, a double risk

No life laundry there, only steps

Light, fast, trembling, down, up, in

The surgery behind tall bushes

The rubbish empty dump

A portable toilet

A corner, taunting shops

A dirty pavement unpunished

Tools to hire or machines

Hopes at the bus stop

Mopeds indoors

Calling Collins

Harrow motos

Bad translation

Sparr, not Summerfield

Body crushers on the back

Diamonds in suits

Green coveralls

Lawson's DYI

Diggers and cats

The same erected crane

St George's silent car dark

King's and Queen's Houses

Finally, a shadow

My walk untold




I close my eyes

Before my card is CCTVed


Confirmed


I am a face in a card!