One foot hops
where rates are paid,
the other flops where you live;
he cackles mid-road,
blind to villas
mad with pastel,
laurels greening
fencing drab
as a town hall flag,
bunting bruised
in gutters beyond
glint, carnival carts;
you on one pavement,
I on the other,
dismay his air,
our fingers banners,
waving, the flutter,
flick of them passing,
past.
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