An Ambience of Apprehension

the West is moving East

morning sun has gone

did its bit

now, waiting for the rain

to come

cafe staff rounding up the empty

chairs

about to close

a sky swelling up with

ominous clouds

pregnant with mysterious

words

watching the lives of strangers

passing by

accumulating time in shopping

bags

everything on the far side of the glass

is silent

an ambience of apprehension

and the West is still moving East…..

Thatcher Doran

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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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