People drifting by,
Faceless and incurious,
Desultory conversation, punctuated
With cries
Of shrill abandonment
By children, filters
Through the air.

Momentary refuge sought
From humdrum problems, or
A surreptitious tryst, away
From watchful eyes,
Time to meditate,
Or forget,
A place to escape.

A distant rumble in the sky,
On the road,
The wail of sirens,
The clash of gears, the clang
Of doors.
A peaceful reverie, I would
I could,
Shut my mind to
The world.

(November 1971)

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