John Blake Poet Blank verse

Circle Seen In Rain

Stopping at the red crossing light,
I watched a trail of people walk 
To the other side: my wipers
Flicked the teardrops of rain away,
Showing me a slide-show then,
In successive frames of progress:
Here a mother with a pushchair,
A girl clutching her doll tightly,
Looking at the wet streets and sky,

And in a notable circle 
Of what I see will come again,
A wheelchair followed them slowly,  
The occupant a silver-haired
And tired mother, the chair pushed by
Her grown daughter, dutifully
Progressing to their future years,
Ploughing water furrows on the
Shining pavement and falling rain.

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