Tastes of the earth

Curtains open,
just for a moment.
A crowded late – night
bus slips past.
Two street workers,
bathed in moonlight –
soak up yesterday’s rain.
Each with an impulse
to scrub everything clean.
I look away, too soon
to say all my good-byes.
And between breaths,
a street silence –
and the whimper
of a nightmare.
Shared with the sea,
the mountains
and all of us.

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