Strangers with grabby sticks, hi vis vests,
hoodies against May showers,
hauling open grey wheely bins
either side of morning terraced streets;
answering mobiles connected
to their workmates
that work other streets.
Five years ago only Tom,
with black metal cart,
festooned with pink 
baby dummies, at Christmas
tinsel wound round
the black handle,
greets stallholders
by name and a smile

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