A beautiful chance moment, road workers digging a hole opposite my boat at the end of my time in Liverpool, mirroring in time and in reality the poem buried on the opposite side of Salthouse Dock three metres down under the entrance to the Hilton hotel, outside my previous moorings at the beginning of the course.
This transaction was with the road diggers, who were happy for me to bury a poem, and collaboration with the Albert Dock Company, who arrested me in the process, after seeing me on CCTV.
This transaction was with the road diggers, who were happy for me to bury a poem, and collaboration with the Albert Dock Company, who arrested me in the process, after seeing me on CCTV.
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