Sentinel Poetry: Expression Warehouse

In a London Park During Wartime (2003)

In an urban oasis
Greening with innocence budding
With the fragile colours of children shouting
An old man in a long coat
Pushing heavy on his shoulders, drifted past my bench
His hands tied tight and still behind his back
With measured slowness he retreated up the hill
And caught in the cross-fire of the afternoon glare
Glowed, haloed like a comet
Trailing an image that froze the whirl of cycles
Of a young man in khaki
Who seemed to hug the earth
In his mouth, soft amber sand, emptying like an hour-glass

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