"round here", counting crows

here is my own little version....

round here, leaves turn colours beautiful,
wind blows blustily, clouds move overhead,
yet faces remain the same, round here.

people walk and tick off the stuff on their "to do" list
satisfied by the simple pleasure of getting things done,
round here, the issue seller smiles again
as he waits for some attention, some grace
round here.

round here,
Joe's bakery croissants arrive on countless breakfast tables
and are munched down with the guardian again
before hitting the shops or the gym for another Saturday's downtime
round here

round here
preparation for advent starts before bonfire night
present shopping already on people's mind
tree sellers already advertising through my post box
round here, there's one thing on people's mind

round here,
the birth of the one who split time in two
is forgotten amidst our yearly traditions
who has time for the one who is outside time
round here

round here
strangers are not really greeted as if they could be angels
rather we cynics may not greet them at all
round here, we exclude what those stable owners embraced
thats how it works round here

do i have time?

Comments

marktristan said…
I've not heard the original, so I can't tell what you've kept or how you've changed things.. but I like the observations you've tucked in, and i particularly like the last verse.
you'll be playing this at Salt, right?

also, what a great new word, blustily. A wind that's both blustery and blows lustily...yep, I know winds that do that :). OED, you hear me?, we need that one!

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