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.



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