Urban Memories
- Grace Davies - poetry
- Oct 14, 2020
- 1 min read
Updated: Nov 4, 2020
The promenade full to bursting
with buggies, bikes and bustling
people,
journeying, biding time or something else intangible,
joggers sweating, cafe queues, mums quieting babies against the tuts and glares
of middle class suburbites,
anti disruption to the smoothness
of their precious time.
Homeless smiles of beguiling,
faces turned away into the air
outside frangipane serving bakeries
and almond milk coffee shops
dispensing hope resembled,
have a nice day they chirp
as we walk away,
as we move on,
our time merely brushing
against each other.
Faces, faces, faces,
imperceptible before,
now hidden behind new masks,
at least the eyes are still visible,
alleged windows that they are.
Do we affect each other still?
Would a missed
bus or tram or train
matter?
Would it change our destiny?
Doors sliding on what was meant to be,
we'll never know.
We'll journey on or tread water,
leaving the shadows
of endless possibilities
behind us.
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