Peterborough Services

here again like ghosts
I walk half the oval
anticlockwise
holding your weight
between my hands
pushing you through
the winding queue for burgers
between blue neon arrows
waiting for the bolt to slide
VACANT
your body
lifted slowly
and after
I washed your hands the way you
had washed mine
was and is
the was and is I walk
half the oval
anticlockwise
remembering your weight
between my hands
that old wheelchair now
returned the things
you have to give back
the places
that remind you