Monday, 15 June 2009
May pole traffic light. Adorned. Stickered.
The papers fade to fluttering thin ribbons that fly in the traffic gasp.
Bands of gig flyers wrap around the post, like cloth hopes on a holy tree, like Celtic borders circle a tanned arm, like wristbands worn long after the festival is over.
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