More Walk, More Talk

Headphones on,
so noisy bus brushes my elbow.
Startled,
now alert, alive.


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Headphones off this time,
hear the foreign birds describe to me the morning,
the car cobblestoning loudly past mosque and chapel,
the people walking briskly and importantly.
Turning from the Khyber Pass
glimpse the North Sea,
and vastness,
take a breath and go.


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No TV, no internet,
so we talk, play games, and read.
Radio on to hear the game.
Penalty kick on Arsenal.
Living room across the street has TV visible,
the boys run to the window,
but are they watching a different game?
Changed the station, there it is,
looked like Rangers in Gallic on the way.
But we're back to the bedtime story, and scrabble,
and a different life entirely.