The Merging
The key slips into lock and turn,
Gate latch, twisted, smooth, rusted edge,
Walk out, join life’s sultry urban churn.
New soft shoes shuffle on pedals,
Drive out, join life’s urban jobbers,
The key slips into lock and turn.
Run, catch the seven thirty train,
Drift into mesmerising thoughts,
Walk out, join life’s sultry urban churn.
Bill boards flirt and play, stealing mind,
Promising escapes, trusted,
The key slips into lock and turn.
Will beggars stop asking you why,
Why you don’t give to them anymore,
Walk out, join life’s sultry urban churn.
Heads turn briefly to watch siren,
Sail colourfully by, merging,
The key slips into lock and turn,
Walk out, join life’s sultry urban churn.
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