K is for Kilometre? King? Kevin? Special K? We enjoy the
way railway views and warehouse walls turn into kindergartens of big alphabets,
cosmopolitan forums of multi-limbed human-high words. Kali? Kryptonite? The
night of its writing was February green and their eyes were flames. Come
daylight fennel and daisies get in the way. L is for Love? Maybe, though the
other letters blaze so wildly Chicago plus badged over frequent, only L is
recognisable. Brickwork mortar and train speed don’t help, either. LOL or LHC?
Second childhood sprays back fence murals rainbows, then heads for the monkey
puzzle tram stop.
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