Thursday Morning

 Driving down Barkly Street

I wait at a red traffic light

and see

two men sitting on a bench

One – dark haired

and swarthy wears a blue shirt

leans forward

arms resting on knees

The other – blonde

with sweeps of grey

yellow shirt

smokes a cigarette

They do not speak

Two men of middling years

with lives that carried them

to this Thursday morning

muggy grey summer day aching for rain

With lives that will

propel them on again

once this brief pause

in their day is done

In my story

they are little more

than featured extras

a snapshot I will carry

            - until the memory fades

But for this moment

-         car in neutral foot on brake, waiting to keep moving

they are the perfect shape

of contentment