there are leaves
falling from the sky
crumpled messages
fill the many pockets
loose change gathers
a careless offering
and the metro station
fills with the air of a violin
classical elegance a concert
plays out to an unembarrassed hush
the audience flows on
ineffably towards the sea
and when the music is silent
what, after all, remains?
About Me
- enjambement
- I was born in England but moved to Ireland in 1990. This blog is a project centred on publishing at least one poem a week for a year.
1 comment:
The wind was blowing yesterday, leaves falling like "crumpled messages" and loose change...
nice
I like the transition to the metro station and the unembarrassed hush of the violin.
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