This Morning

Before, we were divided
into doctors and butchers,
bankers and chemists,
walking on either side of the street.
Heads down. Hands in pockets.

Then it started raining.
It came down hard as ink blots.

And so we deserted the pavements
to huddle together in dry refuge.
The student, the taxidermist, the vet,
shivering beneath the bus stop,
cold beneath the awning,
all waiting for the weather to calm.
Some of us in tailored suits,
some in polyester coats,
temporarily bound
on this mornings
routine commute.

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