Spewed From A Cruise Ship
Plodding, slapping down their feet,
Their iPhones at arms’ lengths on sticks,
Videoing themselves walking,
Or what squinting eyes saw whilst talking;
Loitering, halting in small groups,
Shrieking their communications
At comrades nearby in hats, under umbrellas,
Through face-masks, their bizarre conversations…
I walked past one, I walked past them all,
Which ones did I already see?
Perhaps they lapped me several times,
For they all looked the same to me…
Pete Ray
May 2016
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| MILLING ABOUT AT A WEDDING IN ST BLAISE'S CHURCH... |
Cruise-ship passengers spilled out into Dubrovnik, following their guides.
All nationalities, many languages, much excitement…
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