As Time Unfurls

along the pavement's edge
tracking the sun
holding on to preconceptions
of bathing in the pool of light
there between the chemist's and the charity-shop

and exotiques come down to drink
display their true colours
make music for the dancing-girls

and as time unfurls
wonder what has changed

not the slate grey rooves
or the red brick walls

and when the rain came
only those sheltering beneath sodden umbrellas
outside the street cafe
paused and glanced back
as they slowly moved away

poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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