Inside I’m
alone
Save for my
reflection
In the
windowpane
They wait
for me to go
Away with
bated breath
On the nape
of my neck
Inside,
looking out
Streetlights
flicker onto red
Silent rain
begins to fall
Matchstick
people spill and flow
Fleeing now
to matchbox cars
Engines
purr and tyres grind
I’m
here in the dry
I see other
sides
The rest of
the world is behind.
© Martin Slidel 2018 (1985)
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