From Saturday to Monday
Time-poor is the buzzword today:
you have one afternoon
to last you all week.
Standing on Leith Walk after the football.
Saturday afternoon and the street moves
like a pitching deck,
dotted with a thousand sailors
still stumbling on their sea legs.
You wonder if Monday
will find you washed ashore:
you'll look down and find
a pair of land legs half-attached,
dangling with an ID card
or a sheet for signing on,
the way they bent the knees all wrong,
the stitches roughly sewn,
the forced fit ill-fitting.
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