Lottery
Upturned at the bus stop
the opened box of fresh
lottery tickets had dropped.
Beautiful, almost, the litter seemed,
twisting up the street like shining fish
and the empty box of unlost dreams
skirting down gutter, unblemished
20.4.10
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20.4.10
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