City Lunchtime

unrelenting march of feet

unstopping pounding

place to place

human ants smiling,

scowling….to deter

any unsolicited jiving

yet, it’s a time to meet

to greet

a need to eat

a latte …. a Dublin sandbo

perhaps a veggie in a cameo

just squeeze it in

between the noise

the squeal of city traffic

hints of diesel, a sniff of


on the side, the sound

of language…. surfing

on a heavy cocktail

often colliding…. bouncing

off the manic Spanish summer

rushing through the crowded


oblivious to the norm of

city lunchtime

so take a seat….

choose your poison and see…..


Thatcher Doran

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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