1.
Street Scene.
This girl outside Kings Cross Station
Reminds me of the nineteen sixties,
Her jumper falling off one shoulder,
Athletic legs proudly displayed.
She stands alone on the rainy forecourt,
Lost in the bustle of fraught commuters,
Hoping to hustle an hour or twos work
Safe, but private, and adequately paid.
She stands stock still, a flamenco dancer
Waiting to dominate a well lit stage,
But her cheeks are sunken, her skin bone white,
Her eyes ice bright behind her shades.
Proudly intelligent, in charge of the moment,
She weighs up custom. Sharp as a blade.
She is not an outcast. She is not excluded,
But secretly vulnerable, and very afraid.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
October 13th. 2017.
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2.
No Fear of Water.
No
The water is not deep.
We can drown in it
Because we want to drown in it,
Pressing our faces into the pool
To see what happens.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
October 6th. 2017.
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