Selected Poems | 
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Camera Obscura BY SIMON ARMITAGE
Eight-year-old sitting in Bramhall‘s field,
shoes scuffed from kicking a stone,
too young for a key but old enough now
to walk the short mile back from school.
You‘ve spied your mother down in the village
crossing the street, purse in her fist.
In her other hand her shopping bag nurses
four ugly potatoes caked in mud,