I stand in the shadows
And watch.
As the sun burns the pavement
And girls with cracked heels
Never look back.
A mother chastises her children
And warns them of the consequences
When their father gets home.
He is in an hotel room
Two hundred miles away
With a woman who thinks he's a pilot.
They both take to the air.
A policeman
Fat with self importance
Stares with laser eyes
For an opportunity
To practice his skill with a taser.
An old man
Fuelled with hops and barley
Matted beard
And rheumy eyes
Performs a monologue
Populated with forgotten words.
A pin striped suit
Hurries on
With papers
Under an arm bereft of deodorant.
This
Is just another day
In another
City Street.
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Owain Glyn
