Observing life in York. Written January 2022.
A man power-walks through the centre of York
His trousers are too big
and his nose is red from the cold.
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I’ve never seen this man before
And chances are I’ll never again
But I want to remember this man
Whose name I’ll never know.
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He is aged from the sun
But looks about sixty.
His silver hair
Reminds me of wealth.
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He is rich with a family
And money
And luck.
And he takes a breath of cold air
In through his rosy lips.
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I see this man for over five seconds
Walking through the centre of York.
The minister behind
Shows less grace than he
The old man who walks alone.
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Now I see two ladies and two dogs
Walking through the centre of York.
One holds onto the other
For support.
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They’re dressed for winter
But still look cold
One is young
And the other old.
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Now I see a girl walking alone
She glances around
But stares only at her phone.
Maybe she’s meeting a friend
Or is using the phone as a way to make her look less alone.
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