A God on a Quay
fresh from arresting the sun's mad plunge into the sea
Apollo from his plastic barstool on the quay
surveys the scorchmarks on his Vauxhall Astra car
and clink goes the ice in his drink
and a wink for the girl at the bar
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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