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
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