Things abandoned in the street
Can be weird and wonderful and sweet,
As well as mundane, odd or foul
That must be scraped up – with a trowel!
For example, just the other day
A red flash drew my eye away
To some tiny toddler's leather boot
Brand new, it seemed to me, and cute.
Nearby no doubt an angry Mum;
Such footwear costs a princely sum
It lies defiant in the light
Will it still be there tonight?
Another time, surprised to see
In a busy street, bold as could be
Frothy knickers, cream elastic
Draped round a lamppost – quite fantastic!
How did they get there? Who'd lay claim
To such an item? Oh, the shame!
It's been said often – no big deal -
But Brussels really is surreal!
(c) Poet in the woods 2014