patrons all

and it's St George's Day
the red and white displays are
something
something in their shabby wonder
up the street and down again
shops parade their tawdry best
doors flung wide
open like eyes lining the pavements
bloodshot eyes eying up the sheep for fleecing
the pump of electronic tills
turning them over and over
turning them out as naked as they dare
wide-eyed and looking at the skies
hoping for dragons