Observations On A Summer Picture. Poem by George Tzouvaras

The streets of this big city
through a sick Sun
shine by absences.
Giving an invisible side of reality
where everybody try to forget
from this beautiful lady with the white dress
till the priest of a small town
from the angry teenagers of square
till the bum of a park.
Desperately you try to hold on by
images, memories, hopes, dreams
but all fall apart into
a deafening silence of absence
and in a new song hit that radio plays.
Our shoe soles had been fused in the road
cars loose honk
a cab driver fights with a lorry driver
people pass by
with a bottle of water
with a load on its back
and an agony for survival.
A dog just pissed outside of a church yard
and an old lady just being robbed by an immigrant
In the park a young boy and his girl snog
without shame and almost with an innocence way
Some tourists taking pictures of the ancient statues
mobiles ringing all the time
flies between scrap heap
and hopes look around to find peace
somewhere between the cracks of images
fights a logic flight of objects
the subjects insist in their try
and you smile ghostly
drinking a cold beer
and a nip of whiskey
under summer noon heat
sweaty and blind
as if nothing else going on around you.