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Nothing to be Concerned With
It is Ruchazie dark.
The streets echo with sounds
of the young;
there is malevolence here.
I can tell by the shouts
there are infiltrators
in the scheme, bent
on revenge for some past
breach of gangland etiquette.
Down the road
I hear a bottle smash,
a girl’s scream;
young males call out
like rutting stags.
Flat-footed
a runner
pads quickly
past
my window . . .
I sip my tea;
.....................eat another biscuit.
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