Two large ladies, side by side,
One in pants, one skirted wide,
No laughter shared, no word, no glance,
Just silence in their steadfast stance.
At Exhibition Street they wait,
The red light hums, the hour late,
Beside them, old man, lean and spare,
Clutches his strap with practiced care.
His cap pulled low, his gaze ahead,
The city murmurs, faintly fed,
He braces, poised for the signal’s gleam,
Green will cut through this heavy dream.
Three still figures in the rain of sound,
Each earthbound, yet unbound,
Melbourne holds its breath a beat,
Before the lights release their feet.
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Yeah spot on!
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DeleteWhile waiting at traffic lights, you can find all kinds of people.
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DeleteAll were wearing sunglasses except the older man.
ReplyDeleteEstán a la espera de que se abra el semáforo y en esos momentos se está con los pensamientos distraídos y a veces se olvida el aspecto que se pueda estar ofreciendo a los demás.
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The two woman and older guy don't look too happy but the young woman behind the old guy does! The two women look like mother and daughter to me!
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ReplyDeleteLove the poem, it so perfectly describes the picture. Before the lights release their feet..........great way to end it.
ReplyDeleteGreat photo and I do love the poem.
ReplyDeleteHello Roentare :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a brillient ending to your poem "Before the lights release their feet". Perhaps the old man is in pain, I think his shoulder hurts.
All the best
Sonjia.
Love this Serie... thank you for sharing at MosaicMonday 🌻
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