Passengers on Train
purple suited man
rises from the fifteenth row
solitary breeze
still he closes the window
people seem to sleep
in rows eleven to one
the train travels on
breaks before the setting sun
purple suited man
greets a lady dressed in black
she has silver hair
they were lovers sometime back
Through their lens of love
Neither one has aged at all
feelings have endured
Happy friendship they recall
Lockdown
They passed on the street
their eyes met
they both turned around
to look at each other again
The man disappeared
around the corner
Her minds blue eye followed him
nobody else was on the street
everyone was practising
social distancing
a new term sounded pleasant
it has a sinister meaning
He was dressed in
a azure shiny velvety long coat
She was not dressed up at all only venturing out after six days so far
self isolation
she was eager for some air and scenery
anything to alleviate the morning hopefully nothing frightening
nothing to make it more stressful
to be outside
to be alive
during the plague shutdown
historic event
modern medieval
he noticed her following him
slowed his pace
It's the end of walking side-by-side
and eventually hand-in-hand
Two strangers completely disobedient to the law of social distancing
But it didn't matter because he was of course a ghost
HE LIVES IN HIS HEAD
The gentleman on the 21st floor
charms with his collections
of one hundred wise or witty seemingly
his honest reflections
When the hundred
phrases
have been said
his memory erases
He lives in his head
Previously Published in Peeking Cat Poetry London Uk, 2015
THE ANGEL EDWARDS MUSIC ®
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