The favourite shop not open,
Walking on - little concerns
left unburdened in the new town -
I noticed a common thing.
A plastic flapped in the wind.
Few flaps later,
I had whatever consolation.
(far better than none)
That some things govern permanent
in the new and the old town
has pathos.
I remember
This same little bob of pathos and
me teary-eyed in the cinemas -
When those scenes urgently showed
that common things in plain view
can be seen joyously dancing
to their scored melody of
governing dynamics.
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