For day 8 of the PAD challenge. Prompt: an "agreement" poem.
just tell me when you
can get the money; that's all
I want to know
(ses navy-blue jumper, khaki trousers,
neat black shoes and the cellular
clapped to his ear, so)
soles pressing upwards, to inspect
the rooftop, after a shout through
the door
whilst the men of leisure
enjoy their breakfasts, their
letters of agreement and
memorandums of understanding
signed long since
as Sal smiles and says "them
cigarettes get heavy to lift"
and she agrees to another cup
of coffee (black), the toast
scraped over with butter gone cold
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