I'd prefer to look into the eyes of a stranger
Telling me I couldn't park in that space
Or the blurred vision of a TV screen
On its calculated hourly rate
I'd sooner see into the soul of an old man, breathing his last air
Or the eyes of an advertisement, a mocking modern stare
I'd prefer to catch the next-door neighbour, leering from his door
Even the Liberty statue, waving from the shore
I'd prefer to see his eyes tease
Like the night's begun its pleasing
I'd prefer to see anything, any sight
Rather than to see you leaving.
by © Ellie Pownall (0)
Independent Entry, Leeds
Competition - War Of Words
Copyright remains with the author.