A free form poem ....
While sitting on the steps of the Walker Art Gallery in Liverpool,
Two police officers race to remove a teenage girl, who moments before sat on the edge of the fountain. Her mother is left crying.
An older woman, sitting on the side of the fountain, fixes her lipstick, gets up and walks away with a bag full of bargains in each hand.
Two local gals shoot photos of each other in front of the fountain, clad in orange socks and legs crossed, waiting for the sun to peek through silver clouds.
And I, waiting on my friend, feel a camera lens focusing on me.
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