By:- Kevin Morris

In the car park.
The truth stark
Is blown
With the leaves
Who do not deceive.
Yet to grieve
Over lost hope
Helps no one cope.
Polite chatter,
As the rain
Did patter
On the window pane
Of a chain Café
Where I picked up the bill to pay.
One day,
No doubt, all this will seem far away.

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