Sunday, 19 April 2015


A scream; A flow
Of onlookers pours itself,
Like a tidal current
Surging forwards; Tugging
At the roots of bystanders.
Waves with lapping hands
Compel others into the flood,
Condensing individuals
Into a crowd.
Clouds of sirens
Burst like thunderclaps.
And the watchers
Drizzle away in a rain,
Of satisfied curiosity.

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