In the minute of silence
I stood outside the shop
Which sells the china cats
A woman’s labrador adorned
A victorian lamp-post with
An unwelcome gift,
A busker played the strains
Of “Imagine” upon a penny whistle;
Two student-lovers, hand-in hand
Ambled obliviously towards the
Somewhere of Nowhere In Particular.
A shop till rang up a pair of
And an eldery lady fumbled in her
Fake crocodile skin purse for her
In still I recreated those flying
Machines kissing that concerete
With no love or desire.
Then a minute had passed
And I went on my way.