Don’t Play in the Traffic
they met on a zebra crossing
it was a pedestrian affair
she had an air of competence
he…just had an air
they went downhill from there
to her house
in the middle of a roundabout
near the station
one morning they looked out
and the cars had changed rotation
the clouds were tinged
with a tawdry shade of orange
the sky was diffident
the sun judgmental
things would not be the same
would not be the same again.
I’ve posted this one twice before, but I kind of like it. Participating in Open Link Night at dverse.
Stopdraggingthepanda 
This is absolutely fascinating. I’ll think of it at every round-about!
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Thanks Beverly!
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That roundabout has Gilet jaunes camped on it now. Could explain why the cars are going round it the wrong way 🙂
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Really digging this.
“he…just had an air” – I love that. So much. That line, so good.
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Thank you…glad you like it!
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There is a surreal quality to this. The rhyming throughout pulls the reader along.
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Thank you…..much appreciated..JIM
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You are welcome, JIM
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This is a brilliant metaphor – cars changing rotation. Love it.
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Thank you!
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I really like the play with words in this piece. Well written.
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Thank you!
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So much left unsaid and very subtle too. Love this pedestrian affair.
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Thank you Grace, glad you like it!
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Venetian blinds…they can do amazing things with light. And how light can change perception. (K)
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Nice sounding lines: “she had an air of competence
he…just had an air
they went downhill from there”
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Thanks Frank
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Incredible wordplay. Well done!
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Thank you, much appreciated!
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Love your tongue in cheek write! Very well done!
she had an air of competence
he…just had an air
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Thank you !
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Thank you for sharing this for OLN jim. Engaging read, and well written.
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Yes, I like it too, Jim—the encapsulated relationship history. The fault, dear pedestrians, is not in the traffic, but in ourselves, that we rented cheap accommodation.
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