A Moment Of Celebration

young people picnic

a circle beside a rose garden

perhaps celebrating

while lovers bathe

in the belated summer


in an oasis hidden

in the screaming city

and singletons reflect

on wooden benches

about today

or the fast approaching


the laughter of children


in the background

sounds a note of hope

an ambulance howls out loud

Time claiming


bit by bit

of course

the children are oblivious

but after a while

i feel the minutes

reaching fever pitch


i don’t recognize the language

it’s a feeling i have come

to know

a tapping on the shoulder

i know it’s time to go….


By  Paolo Michell

About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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