A polythene bag drifts by on the street
Glances off corners, lands at my feet
A gust of wind bites at my face
Blowing, whirling its bitter embrace.

One man alone, huddled in his coat
Rain starts to drizzle, a pattering note
Scurrying past, not looking behind
One eye in the clouds, one eye on the time.

A shard of glass on the pavement, by the bin
A scrap of paper blowing around, from within
Total silence permeates the air around
My feet strike soundlessly on the ground.

Where am I going? I muse to myself
With no ideas, hopes, no place and no wealth
I carry on pounding the silent streets
A cat darts from behind me; my heart skips a beat

Looking up at the grey skies, scudding clouds
With solid emptiness around, my eyes they shroud
Drifting along in growing grey teams
Mocking me for my polythene dreams.

 
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