Gossip at the shopfront, sun almost successful through thursday´s strong clouds
Neighbourhood friends all set to go and entertain themselves
A few awkward loners left on the side walk, sun not quite shining on them
Girl clerk spreads words on the day like butter and the sky that wouldn´t change
Walking down to some basin school where expectations had legs and walked like paperwork
Where lanky supervisors breathed through beaks and peeped through butterstained specs
The day arrived like the train, tunnels and numbness led the line of Young aloof teens
The sky became a blanket of grey comforting the Young ones like chicks in nests
The carriage carried the youths toward the city centre the buildings turned upside down
And when they arrived the girl clerk got out of her car and met the youths as they disembarked,
Carriages bumped and creaked, sootstained bushes welcomed them, as did the drizzley afternoon,
the way ahead lacked any signage but was familiar and reeked of the past.
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