Mallory Square You are sad. Would it help to know there are crowds watching the sunset with popcorn at the most southerly point? I’ve seen it. Multicoloured toenails swinging from a pier - A small stranger’s - gently grazing my mother’s pedicure. “Being eight is really great!” She says She’s afraid of sharks but not afraid of dinosaurs. Says she’ll be an architect one day. We all agree it looks so much better in real life. Pictures taken and thought of – all abandoned for lack of judiciousness! And Crowds miraculously falling silent. And Screens miraculously falling to laps. And The sun falling even redder as it sets. Not a soul slighting the stray cloud slicing it, Or the boat sailing past it, As it adds to the feel of it all. Makes it look nicer somehow. And when the horizon takes one final gulp and swallow, The crowd claps and cheers As if it’s not done every day.
"Mallory Square"
a poem for when you can't make it there
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