of a once crowded street
resembles a gallery
after it’s closed.
Who knows what
is going to happen?
I’m looking for signs
but none appear.
Silence embraces the world.
Absolute illusion!
The lights change.
The traffic returns.
Noisily, angrily,
it rushes by
like ambulances
carrying pregnant women.
And then another pause,
a pause for thought, for breath,
and on the opposite pavement
a boy strokes the face
of his girl –
they’re holding hands
in the shadow of the offices
where they work,
and carry on doing it
even when the skies open
and the rain hits the windscreen
of car after car.
Once again
the lights are changing.
Tom Phillips, July 2017
"they’re holding hands
ReplyDeletein the shadow of the offices
where they work"—what a good find!