The Trolley Tango
I move as someone in a trance
Musak plays a tango or a samba
his trolley comes towards me
I step to the left, he steps right
Musak turns to a waltz
our trolleys swirl with Viennese grace.
Will this moment last forever?
Alas we go our separate ways.
If you have any comments on this poem, Ann Bromley
would be pleased to hear from you.