• A selection of poems

Car wash

Updated: May 4, 2020

Car Wash

Car wash sah?

You avoid the face.

Ragged trousers, flared and frayed,

dragging in the oily dust;

bare feet, black skinned,

soles as pink as under scabs.

I wanted to leave him well behind

but a fingerprint stayed just

beyond the edge of the wiper’s arc,

beyond our counterfeit exchange.

A watermark.

Martin Edwards

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