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