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the dustman.

between yesterday
and today
a man died here, at this very spot.

we would cross these two
three-laners
every day
and dodge the high-speed traffic
but this morning
as we stand
hand in hand
waiting again for a gap,
there’s a man-sized outline on the tarmac
right in front of us
drawn in chalk – right there –
just like in the movies.

Strange to think
that a stranger stood here
last night
and then was gone.

and a gap appears
& we dash across
leaving our ghost behind.