The august architecture of a bank
now contains a coffee-shop where school-kids
linger in the afternoons enthralled
by the glow of digital devices, dreaming
of stepping out into a different place,
another street, only exactly where,
no-one’s quite sure. Anywhere but here.
Right now it’s 10am. There’s no-one here
but me. Light fills the space, enhances silence.
I used to pay my cheques in, over there,
next to the display-case full of chocolate slices.
Behind the screen, my mum’s friend stamped my book.
Asked how she was. What will it be ten years
from now? I sip my coffee slowly, wait.
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Dominic Rivron
Picture Nick Victor
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