Tuesday 3 February 2009

overlooked jewels

overlooked jewels

the car breaks down.
wrong place, wrong time
but then it always is
have to catch a bus
stand waiting, next to a rundown pub
cold black railings
fencing off the world
guarding its secrets
am ominous vision of childhood
and men idling at the bars
the sickly smell of hops drifting
from the bars as the peripatetic
patrons spill in and out
the unkempt gardens
are littered with
fag packets and used johnnys
broken bottles and corporate cans
vying in the filthy space
with intertwined bluebells
and marigolds
inevitably losing their identity
as the wild flowers march on
day by day
an old lady hobbles to the bus stop
and I smile and say hello
“Just admiring the beauty of nature”
she looks at me hesitatingly
glancing at the swathes of rubbish
and then a smile lights her face
as she turns
“Oh bluebells, happy childhood memories”
the bus arrives and the doors sweep open
but for a second we are both lost in overlooked jewels

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