Birmingham New St station

oh such a variety of of disguises

humans under the sun –

among them I sip tonic

on my travels, early afternoon yesterday, I found a faux-green carpeted area 1oo square metres perhaps, inside a low garden fence, in front of the station, with outdoor tables, not many occupied; grateful, I grabbed one and sat for the hour I had to spend before check-in. A time suspended between here and there, time to let the soul catch up as the Native Americans might say, I sat and took part, not aware of the huge video display projected onto the station building behind me – that I would only see in the evening. Ignoring and ignored by the pop-up covid vaccination missionaries who would by then be gone. I sat and took part.


~ by Barbara S on July 27, 2021.

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