progress

I chew quietly
in a slow restaurant and
contemplate
many dusty camellias
through the
unusually clean
plate glass

there is low chitter
and clatter
as I stare
into the
broken buildings
across the busy lane

comfortably
concealed
I am cosseted from the divide
and grimy
debris of
smashed homes
and abandoned lives

jaunty blue plastic
wraps up
pristine construction materials
present
in preparation for
the new reality

a policeman directs
by-passers
away from the
destruction site

and lives are
so
swiftly turned
around

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