in Wells

As I walked through Wells this evening I saw a man leaning against a car.

Who is that walking through town? He thought. I’ll keep an eye on him.

This town is bloated with money yet nobody is spending enough to keep it happy.

Across the road a figure stands

Like those dry appearing higher branches of an old tree

The greenery clustered below

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