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The evening the supermarket burnt down
Four miles away in the town up the road
Its smoke funnelled out to the coast
Streamed high across the marsh
Curled beneath a front pushing from the west
Where the lofty plume lost height over the cool sea
Shadowed the sunset and emerging night
Carrying smells of charcoaled meat offshore
To be minced by the churning turbine blades
Of the wind farm on the shoals
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CLP 28/06/2020
