Detour

They detoured us 
through side streets
around the orange Mobylette
the jackknifed truck
Les prix bas! CARREFOUR
the driver weeping at the kerb
and somewhere 
in this little country town
a cooling stove
a swinging door.














Published by colinhopkirk

Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.

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