Sunday, 18 March 2018

Waiting rooms (2)



Fixings


Now it's all quiet rooms,
Soft shoes, semi-smiles.
Mouths are up, eyes down.

Lamps are dimmed to half-light
And car parks like hearts
Are full to bursting.

The flashy camera sees all,
Grabs a stitch in time.
You catch your breath.



RF 2018