Friday, 20 October 2017

Улични истории/Street stories


Planes crossing a web of stars.
It's early morning.
I'm out on the balcony
and, today, there's work
being done. It shakes
the floor. So what?

I'm in pyjamas
and our neighbour
in the purple top
is changing a tyre.

We didn't take a walk,
but opposite the school
the bakery did good business.
The women came out to smoke
at the laser dental clinic.

We've all got the same cups
in our hands, the same notes
from songs we remember.

Nobody knows the name
of this street, but like streets
in every city in the world,
it's got its stories. Here's one.


Image: Marina Shiderova; text: Tom Phillips

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