There is bird poo on the Porsche

A person with a beard the size of his flat cap
walks out of the grey building next
to the black car holding a bottle of Evian.
He unscrews the cap and pours a touch of water
on to what looks like a neatly folded white shirt.
He dabs the damp garment on to the blemished
roof with a shake of his flat cap and beard.
A stranger appears from around the corner.
The bottle of Evian and emergency rag
hide behind the owner’s back.
The flat cap and beard nod at the stranger.
The stranger nods back. The Porsche says nothing.

© Carl Burkitt 2022

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