I came across this poem while walking in Manchester yesterday. I have walked by here and not noticed it before, but this time I stopped to take a phone call, looked up, and found myself trying to make out the words while paying attention to the person on the line. Such a fitting poem for this city, and also just the sort of surprise art I equate with my visits here.
2 thoughts on “Surprise poetry”
Cool pic. What’s the last line? It’s the ____ way
Mancunian 🙂 It’s the adjective for anything/anyone related to Manchester. (I believe it’s derived from the Latin name for the city, Mancunium.)
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