Glasgow, boy’s view


The post-war river
is bunged up with sludge.

A reluctant dredger
coughs through the night.

Industrial clouds
hold the town down.

Wet washed-out sheets
slap
on the wash line.

The thin soles of your shoes
say the trams coming.

Consumptive buildings
are on their last legs.

Barbershop poles
are things of beauty.

The dentist gasses you.

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5 thoughts on “Glasgow, boy’s view

    • The last line … Hyman Kaplan, my garlic-breathed dentist of 50-odd years ago. I’m sure he was getting paid highly for every unnecessary filling I got as a kid!
      And barbershop poles, I loved them…the colour, the ones that turned and swirled,,,I was easily pleased then.

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