Sparkle

Mirror ball

Rain fails. 
The city 
sparkles back
as a mirror ball.

You feel
palpable menace, 
but muggers don’t like
being drenched.

No-one bothers,
nor cares,
much about you,
rushing for cover.

Then
you spot them, 
the one other 
person in awe.

An exchange,
barely noticeable,
the acknowledged solidarity
of quiet emotion.

This frustration:
you know
you cannot break
the private spell.

A rainwater drip
rolls from
your hair
to your lip.

Is this a kiss?
Or course:
a flood
of hope.

Wetened,
the corners
of your mouth rise,
directed towards chance.

“Please do something”,
you scream
out loud
in your head.

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Knightsbridge, London April 2023. Nikon d750

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