Nick Seaton

It came to rest along
the pavement;
the car. Its paintwork
white and wet
and covered in
yellow leaves.
Lying in the soil,
cigarettes and gum,
a half eaten peach
with frayed skin, its flesh

glistening in the sun.
The workers' hands
Stilled to stillness,
Slowing to surrender.
The temporary idling
Of their finishing
and coking.

Nick Seaton

Born in Wales and based in London, Nick Seaton studied architecture before becoming a photographer. He now writes, photographs and produces moving-image work for editorial and commercial clients.

studio@nickseaton.com

+44 7815 886 026

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