A Supermarket Trolley

A supermarket trolley sits
Half inside a holly bush,

Sat like bad art
Waiting to be rescued
Or upcycled into a quirky purgatory
All of its own;

Inside a square of bricks,
And the dream of a hipster’s barbeque,

Raw meat on it’s back
Catching the sizzling flames,

Surrounded by laughter and beer,
The hustle of people and music,

Wheels off through the sigh of late summer,
Twisted in smoke all serene.

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