Fixings
Now it's all quiet rooms,
Soft shoes, semi-smiles.
Mouths are up, eyes down.
Lamps are dimmed to half-light
And car parks like hearts
Are full to bursting.
The flashy camera sees all,
Grabs a stitch in time.
You catch your breath.
RF 2018
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