I’d already decided that I would celebrate the anniversary of my moving here in my final poem for this year, but then this afternoon the muse struck me again (and besides, I know some of the previous ones were a bit pathetic).
North Street Chichester, Saturday afternoon
In Caffe Nero
there’s a grey-haired man
perusing a graphic novel.
And the guy by the window
is talking to a pony
disguised as a dog.
So why shouldn’t I
do my knitting?
The iced pistachio latte
is delicious, darling,
and so will be
my handmade scarf.
Linda Rushby
30 April 2022
#NaPoWriMo
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