after II

when I am gone the
weather reports will
still be on, the cars
continue to go through
the streets, and buildings
of the city rise and
fall to cater for
fashion and the business
elite

when I am gone the
sun will still be shining
and the clouds pass
and re-pass on their
way keeping to their
own time long in coming

when I am gone the workers'
feet will still tread
pavements and meet
the weather - there will be
altogether no difference -

and this is both
comforting and ridiculous as if
I made no impact at all
in my years' span here, and
how indifferent the world
to my wear and tear

but I will know
that I have been -
and will take that with me
wherever I am going

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