Street view

At the end of the street
an old man is about to go around the corner,
carrying a heavy black bag
while here, at the beginning of the street,
a little boy with a red balloon
is getting out the door of his house
and words won’t come to me
other than: Live! Live! Live!

Comments on: "Street view" (15)

  1. Ah, yes … well done Ina! You’ve caught the moment and the mood.

  2. Lovely! Opposite ends of life. How do you ever write this many poems? You must not ever sleep!

  3. Which iswhat I say to myself every morning! Especially so on the mornings when I dont feel like it 😊 L&H xx

  4. Love the image you portray, Ina, from two different perspectives! xo

  5. Vivid dream images…what a magic painting this poem would make…

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