the space behind the chalk
above her number plates
circular on the road
transparent on the window
the bottom of the trolley
on the buddha’s back
over the whole truck
behind an open sign
before the milk’s poured in
inside the lining of her boots
underneath the ‘specials’
the cover for an ashtray
a jacket sitting on the seat
between lips on a straw
the letter Z on a box
the lid of a bottle of booze
a tray glued to the wall
a pale plate stacked on blue
I like the structure of this poem
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Love the vivid imagery and how you tied it all together!
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