I peered at a word
sprayed in bright red
where cobble met
tarmac;
couldn’t read what it said.
Butcher,
baker, locksmith:
all looked most perplexed
to view such
garish writing
- this strange, elusive text.
One
by one the public
on bended knee they went;
but none of us
could figure
just what the pavement.
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