under the bitumen
when cars fade
and the roads become
so lonely
the tram tracks wish
they could one day
meet
when the petrol prices
are taken down
and we wonder
what might be
under the bitumen
when the car park
closes
for the last time
and the attendant
sells the boom gate
on ebay
maybe then we’ll walk
somewhere
together smiling
shaking our heads
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