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

Lottery Ticket.

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.

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