Half Past Four (poem)

Half Past Four


two lovers enfolded
at a busy intersection
cars going past, a cafe

in the foreground
oblivious to the rest
of the world watching

them in wonder
except each other
it's like a back & white

photograph you've seen
of two lovers kissing
as monochrome cars

stream past their horizons
it could be Rome, Paris,
or New York, at least

somewhere more exotic
than Christchurch.
Dostoevsky wrote that

beauty will save the world
it's time like this I know
what he means


Joanne Fisher

This poem was first published in JAAM 19.

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