ANCHORAGE

Full blown welly boots

and a cap that said ALASKA

He smelt like the hours he’d spent inside charity shops

were seeping out of him

In previously worn clothes of other men

His hands the oldest things,

finger nails the same yellow of books third and fourth

and fifth palms

touched.

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