Richard Pierce

Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter



Bleached blonde
Trainers on crossed feet
Sipping coffee in the wind
Fellates cake at the table.

Granny walks
With pram and child
On the other side of the road,
Life a harried haze.

Inside, scents and
Aromas, calming silence,
The ticking of an invisible clock,
Everyone waiting their healing turn.

Life condensed
Into hurried glances,
False images, and impressions
Of a transient time.

Life doesn’t halt
When the stopwatch stops.

R 12/04/2023 14:34

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