The other week I spent so time in Wales, near Swansea. On the Saturday morning I went for a stroll around the town, where the events in this poem happened, just as it says.
INTERSECTION
the sun is in my eyes
but the rain falls
it’s one of those days
a winter angled sun that blinds
so the wedding party
appear to materialise
out of the glare
in small groups
dressed to the nines
coats held over hairdos
impossible heels that
click click click towards you
I should not be surprised
the bells have made announcements
since I arrived
and here
on the cracked pavement
our lives intersect
and just like that
diverge again
Yes, it was raining when the sun was shining, it's been a rather wet winter. It was not long after the winter solstice and the sun was as low as it ever gets. Four or five groups of smartly dressed people did appear in front of me as I walked down a main street.
As to the poem. I think it works. This one has been in the drawer for a while and so I think I have managed to fix the flaws. The layout may need revising. Not sure about that yet.
There's an old album by Bronco called Ace of Sunlight. I think it's worth playing a few tunes off that.
Until next time.
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