Nov 062012
 

BUSKER

Posted at the foot

of the escalators

he whistles

I’ll never fall in love again

just loud enough

not to hear

the occasional clink

of small change

in the plastic bowl

steadied by his white stick

while his face,

taut with concentration,

tilts upwards

to the lights

of the lower hall

and away

from the muted traffic

of commuting feet.

PHIL CALLAGHAN

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