Village Perspectives Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

Came out of
went into

the Travel Agents
the Betting-shop
the Hardware store

morning coffee
window seats
as he crossed the street
within that flash of sunlight
came
Apollo an Angel One from outer-space

then time stood deliciously still
for as long as
and then until
they gently made their re-entries

beyond reason
no explanations
no questions to be raised

for each one
more or less the same
just a momentary pause in conversation
a loose thread
in the pattern that their words had made