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by-lines

That cyclist crosses the road, a motorist moves along after pausing a few seconds
Of the two eggs in a pan, a yolk meanders through the folds of white, the flame flickers unresisting
She raises her hand to make a point in a sideways gesture, her companion is enthralled
A winsome girl tugs at the swing rope, her mother chronicling the simplicity of joy
A young man holds the door open and waits, a bent woman crosses over the frontier
Hesitantly a lily bursts into colour, petals curling poems as they dip into sunshine
Trance like clouds hang in limbo, they start conversations with vital raindrops
Songs burst loud into street corners, pedestrian with feet twirling to rhythms
At the bus stop you astonish me with your smile, eloquent in its sloppiness
Vendors sell Sunday wares, secrets are exchanged in bargaining moments
A bride beams incandescent behind her veil, the room gasps in unison
Letters await anxiously, fearful for the moment when they are opened
Popcorn is an ultimate narrator, forcing a tender reciprocity of stories
Glassmaking evokes a process in flux, the product fired with desire
A chubby squirrel perches on the fence, tentative paws breaking open a nut
The autumn leaves swirl, in circles of organized wakefulness before they fall
At the core of defining complications, are silent interludes