Tuesday, 16 April 2013

urban wandering #3

row after row
of tree trunk cut outs
 mismatched benches
on them
the same people reading
the same book,
over and over:
again and again
and the same kids are
running in circles
wondering and wandering
when and when
playing in water
-everlasting fountains- 
paper mountains, 
surrounding the city
-blocks: south london: blocks-
and the same elderly folk 
are caught up in forgotten dreams,
musing on times gone by
 (or so it seems) 
wasting time and
just waiting to die
yes, they're just waiting to die