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Three street scenes, all from life, put together to evoke urban London...

VIGNETTES

Me_cafe_rougeby Jake Murray29 Mar 2015

VIGNETTES

I

Standing by the bus stop
After a play in Dalston.
Rain
Pouring down in a cliche.
Wet and damp
And grey seeping into my
Soul, bones dripping
And mood slipping
To gloom.
Fighting
To keep kindling
A little dream in the
Damp, rain telling me
To sleep,
Lie down and sleep.
No-one waiting
At the end. Laughing
To tell people
The story.
Cold
And water running
Down my neck
And sneezing.
A great
Evening.

II

Little face
Caught In a window
From a bus passing,
Framed by a curtain,
Watching.
Little face
Like a Buddha,
Dark skinned, brown eyed,
Fascinated
By the world moving,
Saying nothing, revealing
Nothing,
Just looking.

Little face
Smile at my eye
As I pass by, whisked
Into town, the world.
See you on the bus,
Your mother laughing
To make you laugh.
Seeing me,
Seeing you.
Turn away, hide your head,
Smile.

Little face,
Pass by.

III

Summer sun blasts my eyes
As the trees rise,
Shocking me between
Restaurants and bars
And people walking
Through dirty streets
With bags and children,
Dogs padding, tongues lolling,
Stopping for ice creams
To chat, shout or buy
Things sold
On stalls
On street corners.
Sunshine
Brings the dark
Glasses out in people.
Summer mood
Roasting the road,
Making the air
Bake in the heat.
But no-one sees
The trees as I
See them.
No-one sees
The sun.