Poem. For those who are curious.

for those who are curious

the wonder

in sights and sounds

as the senses meet

the shadow of the trees branches

on cobbled streets

as suitcase wheels bobble

and twist on them

people have stopped, to find a lighter in their pocket,

to call to someone,

the yellow of umbrellas flashing across puddles

then the violence of honking cars at cars not breaking

a man seeking reason, expressing relief

whilst speaking to a woman, and trying to put an arm across her shoulder

cigarette smoke snaking over

wonder is at the heart of all

which is curious

digging out the whys and identifying all the little details.

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