MOONTRAP: A collection of English Poems

| zebra-crossing |

I saw her at a
zebra crossing
those black white bars
on a straight granite road
the bars in front of which
those shiny vehicles stop
and then the men wait,
impatiently,
biting nails, honking horns
yelling loud, shouting names
till we cross
the fair grey road
and that little distance
and there I wait,
thinking something,
something peculiar
about these
Zebra crossings

What if
What if a zebra wishes to cross it?
What if it turns into a giant piano,
What if I could just skip the white ones
What if all the black ones disappear?

She, the girl in the pink flower top,
is walking only on the black ones,
skipping all the white bars.
Why?, I ask myself
Why is she walking on
only the black ones?
Tap tap tap,
and I can hear the music,
The piano tune
the ghost of Beethoven
and her shy little smile
tap tap tap
She walks and it plays
the mysterious melody
the sound of air,
lost lyrics in wind.
and then we met,
crossed paths
touched hands
for no reasons
thinking dreaming smiling
Oh, ah ah ah!

Have we met before?
and talked before
as I can remember your
eyes,
these two gleamy blacky dots
on a strange white canvas
drawn like a painting
and I wish I could fall in
the monochrome
of this weird
bizarre
Zebra Crossing

The music that you play
And I can listen for hours
as you tap tap tap
and I step step step
the black, the white
the white, the black
the vehicles disappear
in the smoke and the mist
and reality shrinks
like a rabbit in the snow
and then we stop,
in the middle of the road
Swirling with joy
Two strangers

on a strange
misty
Zebra Crossing!

~ A U G U S T