(image-Liam Spencer)

Deansgate Bridge

The rain runs through the gaps in the metalwork

And makes its way onto the blue brick.

Running in the veins along the mortar creases of the giant supports.

He was sat slumped on the card

Like a washing load tipped out.

Head up and looking to me,

With hands out, he straightened a cig.

 Unnoticed, nudged and kn...

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