Check Point Charlie 1

Brendan Curran ✒ with a poem from his expansive body of work. Check Point Charlie 1 They walk right out in front of you, slowly raising their arm up high,They point their finger in a direction, to an imaginary car lay byeHe walks over beside you, with not a smile or a grin,He asks you for your name, where you are going, and where you have bin♞♜♝The tall one with the radio, hunched against the toy