NevPittyRose
I wrote another poem, and as I published the last one here - The Fried Chicken Bus - it seems appropriate to dump this one here too.
The second my in (very) long-gestating poetry project, this one is firmly in my wheelhouse, the wheelhouse of a vessel that is middle-aged and white and not very well travelled.
It documents my love for the Great British High Street, and one shop in particular.