Mr Kelly
is sitting in his window
as I walk past.
Number 125
I can see him
through the net curtains.
He’s holding something,
cleaning it with his pocket handkerchief.
He sees
me looking in
I smile and give him a wave.
he waves back.
I think he's smiling.
And now
I see that he is holding
his dentures,
buffing them with the cotton cloth.
I see the pink plastic gums.
I wonder whether
he prefers returning his teeth to his mouth
wet
or
dry.
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