I saw a black man at Oxford Street

He looked truly black
And so warm

He’s the sort of charcoal
You would buy
For your coal pot

I followed him
From one shop
To the other

I wanted to get him
But when he stepped onto the street
He ebbed into a cloud of white shoppers
Like a wisp of smoke
 – and escaped

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