A Pedestrian Affair

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

in the 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.

Over at Desperate Poets, Brendan asks us to take a look at illicit encounters.