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Shadows
There is magic in the air
shadows on pavements,
slaves to tilting roofs
basking in the winter sun
lengthen as sunlight falls.
Near closing time
shoppers spent and tired
children weary of the day
dragged home by parents
remembering childhood days,
mahogany counter tops
their merchandice of sweets
far out of reach
buffeted by shopping bags
and hostile knees,
waiting in the bus queue,
crashing gears and drafts
conductor on the platform
bells and buttons, wooden seats,
now buses bow to you
one low step all there is
a pass to pay your ticket.
Shadows stretch the empty street
Cantonese and Balti
now stand guard and beckon
casting spice and oriental shadows
where once the sunshine shone.
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