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.
The father is in a 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
Fueled with hops and yeast
Matted beard and rheumy eyes.
Performs a monologue,
Populated with forgotten words.
A pinstriped 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
A great snap shot of a few people and definitely characters and character types no doubt.
detailed observation, good imagery unite in a beautiful flow make this poem special good work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent Owain, you are a great observer of life. Very well crafted.