One, Two, Big, Red
Two men opposite, each
a ferocious veneer of
determination.
They watched they waited
eyes breaking gaze only once,
then twice to meet, then back
on the giant red monster they
would hope to call hope.
And, not with a nod, but
a solemn solidarity they sprung
from their watch - one, two,
a third and latch! Door flailing
round the roundabout. One
reaches out to the other,
but he's too slow… his legs
buckle and refuse flight. The door
still flailing, the second jumps
out to join his first and third
looks disapprovingly, as though
it was one and two’s fault.
But with sigh and heave, they jumped back
across the barrier, and set
upon their perch once more, to
watch and watch again, for
a giant red monster, they
would hope to call home.