It looks like we are going the same way

for the time being.

 

Slow steps pause –

 

We are loose

in the rhythmic flow of electric beetles

glittering in the summer afternoon.

 

Funny

how small the difference

that unites

and unties,

isn’t it?

 

The green man acquiesces –

 

With a half touch of arms

the parting is always awkward,

contouring uneven roadways.

 

To think how much we suffer;

we say things we don’t mean

 

and mean things we don’t say.

 

Words by Sarah Yeung

This poem first appeared in print volume 88 edition 2 STOP