Snapshot
© Copyright 2000, E-Bru

People stream the night streets
The swelter steams the glass
The headlights cut the city in half
The street lights spark the darkness
The neon lights the stage
The fleeting meeting of two strangers
Like the turning of a page

A woman in a ball gown
Calls a man across the street
The woman holds a baby to her cheek
The calling turns to shouting
The baby starts to cry
The man appears to not to hear her
And the tide sweeps him away

A Drunk Misunderstanding
Unsympathetic smile
The drop-outs hug each other all the while
Exchanges in the stillness
The muted fists and feet
Two silent lives with silent meaning
Merging on the floodlit street

A clamouring of colour
The crowd scenes twist and form
The visions blurring as the night moves on
Illuminated stop-sign
I start to pull away
The red light turns to green again
And drops the curtain on the play

The stillness of a person
In the busyness of life
Gives a cameo of no-one
It's a snapshot rain-drop night