Separation
the streets
rushing winding blinding
blind corner open centred
high on the hills beyond them
the man is sitting alone
down the blocks against them
the woman is feeding the baby
the cradle is singing the song
the laughter is singing among
the streets the windings binding
the hands into traffic lights
zebra crossing to the other sides
do you hear them
rush footsteps feet soles
concrete licking
they never know
who's come who's gone who's come along
hours of a baby a man and a woman
ticking against the hills so tearful
or sobbing within a guilty home
will he step down
will she come up
to hear a baby laughter between
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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