Noticing

His reflection wobbles in the bent glass
head long and grey as a secret from Roswell
shoulders ballooning blue
Popeye arms
then he’s gone.
The potholes have been marked
their black mouths rimmed white
Munch’s Scream as liquorice allsort
then they’re gone.
All the lovely strangenesses
shine for a moment
then they’re gone.

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