Street Scene – Two Acts (creation squared – a poem from a painting):
Blinked the one eye man
Treasures held in hand and hand.
She leaned grounded tired and moored
With their little boy bored
And daughter desperate to distract
Living this play in two short acts.
Babe kicks off each tiny shoe
Gaze fixed as a driver to the screw
Absorbing, inhaling, recording the world
While others spin their thoughts that curled
Inside and fast forward to be done
Completing their evening and act one.
To their backs across the way
Buildings wood or stone and clay
In the darkness emerge in queue
With amber copper tones of blue
Bulbs cut through the night
Blurring windows scattered light.
Against a wall there sits a man
Survive till morning the only plan.
Cardboard torn defines his crest
“Anything helps – thank you – God bless”.
Little cat edges from alley’s end
Affording the man a moment’s friend
A brush of kindness then passes through
Disappearing, as act two.