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A collaboration over too much coffee.
coffee and pen

22 February, 2005

Nicotine break

He appears out of nowhere, this almost dwarf.
Over languid smoke rings outside
I watch traffic congeal to a minor clot;
and suddenly, there he is, arms flailing wide,
smack in the middle, directing the lot.
His madman’s antics raise a laugh;

until, looking closer, I observe his air
of splendid assurance, and wonder replaces
indulgent mirth. In seconds they’re gone,
those honking hordes, to whatever places
they were so unruly bound, waved benignly on
by this maverick’s masterly flair.

Business done, he pans for a desultory alm
or two (for he is a beggar, under his skin),
finds none giving. And before my startled eyes,
flags an auto down, hops in
with a toff’s panache and flies
to God knows where, to restore calm.




Anonymous Anonymous said...

Fab. Just fab! -- ph

22 February, 2005 17:04  
Blogger paul v said...

wow..the ending was a kicker. ha ha

22 February, 2005 17:46  
Blogger Pragya said...

Wow! Fantastic, loved it!


22 February, 2005 18:56  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Very much You. Languid smoke rings...

23 February, 2005 03:08  
Blogger Pincushion said...

'I watch traffic congeal to a minor clot;'

Thats such a splendid turn of phrase ! I loved it, especially the way you managed to conjure an entire movie like scene in front of eyes :)

Keep 'em coming !

25 February, 2005 15:43  

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