Wednesday 5 May 2021

Walking Home - a poem

The card shop is now an estate agents
The book shop lies empty
The butchers now sells Indian food
A woman puts a plant pot outside the door of a charity shop
A man sits on a bench, face screwed up reading a tabloid
The security guard gives me a look as I walk past
I'm the only customer in the other book shop that remains open

The coffee shop has just had its windows cleaned 
And water drips down from the top of the door
I walk on
I double back onto Penny Street
Barber shops are open but with no customers inside
The church is getting a food delivery
A woman wheels a man in a wheelchair out of Sainsburys
Straight onto the road
He removes his face mask

A man with a bicycle waits patiently to cross the road
A group of young women walk past me, one has ripped jeans
A woman stares at her phone while her kid plays in the park
Two joggers run past on either side of the road
One smiles at me as he runs past

I look to the skies for swifts but there are none
A bus to Blackpool passes me
Another, which I could have waited for, passes me but 
I'm almost home

CMB 05/05/21

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