Consciousness and Oblivion
by Ken W Simpson


Breakfast is taken
with a taste of optimism
which tends to fade
after tea or coffee
varieties of juices
seasonal fruits
steaming ham, eggs
rashers of bacon
sausages, bread rolls, buns
waffles and syrup
including the unusual
and exotic
for discriminating people
to munch, masticate
sip and swallow
in between pauses
and exclamations
then disperse
devoid of personality
empty shells
moving obliviously
in all directions
forging ahead
having to deviate
around heedless groups
blocking their way
as the day grows older
and sadder
as crowds diminish
to a trickle
and shadows lengthen
in the twilight
as darkness falls.







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