Crowded, sullen grey clouds
Bear silent witness:
Vacant market stalls,
Double-wet cobbles
Giving less than nothing back
And a patient young woman,
In quiet violet coat,
Once-black collars and
A cello case
Waiting in silence:
For the storm to pass?
For the right man to appear?
She believes the devil can’t
Cross the unfinished bridge;
Doesn’t realise that,
So far, the devil
Has never been tempted.
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