Thursday

  • gentle stretched faint egg blue of today’s crisp midwinter air
  • Solomon Burke
  • he would have been 16, shuffling bold white headphones through the food hall. KFC was corralled by white hoarding, discretely declaring a refurbishment. He looked up, prepared primed to ask, then he saw. Frustration, disappointment, glumness and a feint of despair in the shoulder.

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