Riverside Walk. Poem. Christopher Barnes.

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Contours tumble, shifting – a blain in hordes.
Peep away.  No idiosyncrasy flares here.
Prowling mist smear is slip-slop;
Corner reminiscence – a plain-dealing smile.
The humdrum malevolence?
We too are curbed.
 
By Christopher Barnes, UK