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by D.S. Maolalai


they are setting up for street fairs/
and a market tomorrow./
up stoneybatter flags hang/
like adidas from suspended/
electric roadside lines. I drive/
with the red set of sunset/
and the shadow of a half/
constructed streetstall on my car. the sun/
and then the shadow, then the sun/
again – etc, it continues as they rise./
and I don't mind these festivals –/
seems they happen each week./
something on a sunday with a hangover./
what else? a hotdog and a coffee and a pint/
or two of beer. sometimes/
there is music. often pretty girls/
and painters selling enthusiastic art./
I like it best at set-up though,/
while they still let traffic through/
and no-ones volunteered to sell things –/
just workmen tying angles/
who know what they're about./
signs and banners useless flapping/
like a vast expanding tail/
rising from a peacock/
at the bus stop by the entrance to the zoo.


DS Maolalai has been described by one editor as "a cosmopolitan poet" and another as "prolific, bordering on incontinent". His work has nominated eleven times for Best of the Net, eight for the Pushcart Prize and once for the Forward Prize, and has been released in three collections; "Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden" (Encircle Press, 2016), "Sad Havoc Among the Birds" (Turas Press, 2019) and “Noble Rot” (Turas Press, 2022)


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