‘If you don’t mind me asking,
what is that?‘ — pointing
to three rectangles
of crudely woven straw
dark brown, looking dirty,
attached to the exit wall
of the Medical Centre.
Our doctor, with
a lift of his eyebrow:
‘That? That’s
art, Andrew.’
30 Poems in 30 Days: 13, a poem with dialogue in it.
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