Old bird cages seemed sad to my eye,
a neighbour left outside his house,
to blister in the sun,
rust in the rain,
for the rubbish van to cart away,
further down the lane,
roused dismal thoughts,
as I passed them by.
Later, on a more pleasant keel,
sat at table, to eat my meal,
turned on the radio,
to hear Bolero
by Ravel that I knew well,
created pictures
in my mind glass,
of happy people,
in jubilant mood.
They bore no banners,
carried no signs,
wore no uniforms,
walked together
in no ordered lines.
They looked ahead,
clear and serene,
knew only peace.
In good spirit,
they stepped to the tune.
The music ended,
no more Bolero.
Still on they go.


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