She Drops A Bun Poem by Richard G Berg

She drops her cream bun
Onto a summer's swarm
Of West End pavement

Passers-by drop their eyes
Drivers drop their patience
At green lights that drop all too soon

Birds consider dropping
To a better height, for a tempting bite

Mothers smile at her sweet
Slip, hoping not to drop their babies
Shopping, tolerance for what they are

Children laugh loudly, dropping
Toys and homework
Men clutch phones with 5G vigour

Tourist guides drop off groups
With a dropping smile
Teenagers drop awkward struts
Cussing clumsy beauty

Time drops a stitch
Letting this drop
Stop short in a poem's ditch

We should drop
What we can even when we can't
We would soon pick up
Why love prefers an artless mess
To a tailored dress
Before we drop
For good


Richard G Berg
August 2022