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  • Standing on the kerb
    by the stone bollard
    a carved number ten
    announcing a mile
    with an arrow pointing
    up to the town hall,
    waiting to cross the road.

    I am one with the universe.

    The lights go red
    For Ann Street
    and Queen Street.
    Cars go forward
    And the green man
    does not appear.

    Time is an illusion.

    The lights change to green
    for Queen Street.
    I’m still standing here.
    as a hulking great truck
    passes by with
    many trees that
    have been stripped
    of their branches and
    all that remains
    of their former glory
    is the pungent smell of pine

    The truck eases its load
    round the corner
    just missing a stationery car
    whose driver cowers
    and will remember the error
    of not waiting behind
    the white line.

    Time is an illusion.
    I will continue my journey soon.

    As I stand on the corner
    where the wind blows
    from the Loch,
    damp and desolate,
    a trailer with a tenement
    three floors high
    of chickens and their excreta
    passes inches from my nose
  • I am one with the universe
    I can wait for eons.

    Lights flash amber
    then green for Darling Street
    I am still standing
    Tilting like the tree
    I will soon become;
    away from the blast of
    fast cars fighting for
    dominance of the road.

    Mr O Conner opposite
    stares vacantly into space.
    The green man beckons.
    for my continued life.
    I eagerly spring walk
    across the tarmac.
    Mr O’Conner has not noticed
    He has lost the will to live.

    I am one with the Universe
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