Stumbled upon
Feet on the paving stones
Nothing remarkable
Settled upon the mundane
Throwing pebbles at the windowpane
Sudden rush of blood
A gust of wind
Broken chances
Shards of glass on the floor.
I am a Cinderella nurse at the door
Sweeping up the remains of the day
Sometimes serious sometimes gay
I see the city the way it its not meant to be
Angels and demons playing with things that are very pretty
Green fields burdening roads and their drivers –
When will I sing like a lone wolf survivor?