Trolley Man of Bond Street
All day he walks,
trailing the pavements,
pushing everything he holds dear
lashed in plastic sheets.
That teetering trolley
is piled with ephemera discarded
in Easton, St Pauls,
Stokes Croft and Broadmead;
it’s his treasure,
gold and diamonds
reclaimed from the
wind’s odd blows.
He keeps it safe.