Wrong turn

You don’t mean to end up here —
just a turn too soon,
distracted by phone

Boarded windows,
a bus shelter sagging under last week’s rain,
plastic bags tangled in fence wire
like some tired bunting.

The brickwork blackened,
rooms full of faded stock,
waiting for a world that’s moved on.

A woman smokes by a doorway,
her face a shade the sun has given up on.

No point in staring —
you walk on,
hands in pockets,
pretending you belong somewhere else.

Still, the mind
takes its snapshots —
poorly composed,
unwanted,
impossible to throw away.

The mind as a camera obscura... Enjoyed :)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

Thanks Tailor

Snapshooting with words! Enjoyed!