Intransigence

A lightning-fast swing, a blinding slap and a few seconds later – a dull thunder of the leaving thunderstorm. A numbness of words; a dumbness of feelings; a cold wind from the river; a sad and grievous moan of the coal barges, huddling together. We’ll never huddle together for warmth anymore; we'll never talk to each other as good neighbors over the fence of shared memories. To pop up collar, to turn around and to walk away as fast as a counterfeiter who rushes to get rid of a fake note and flees with change, without looking back. 18.07.2019 Intransigence Poetry Contest Sponsored by: John Hamilton