Mirrors

Mirrors

 

                                       I see you from my place in the traffic jam,

                                       following your shadow, away from the sun,

                           Your back to the city,

                           In a heavy leather coat too long

And a plastic bag

Bottle shaped,

                                With your head hung low

                                And your plastic bag

                                And your leather coat

                                                With your back to the sun

                                                                Walking away

                                                                from the city.

IOB 16/05/13

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About midasinreverse

I am a writer and teacher, living in Manchester, UK. I use this blog to share thoughts, poems, photos, etc. Life is incredibly short: we should share our experiences.
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