A sleeping village wakes
Monday morning
Cars rush by heading out to work
Soon just the young and old remain
Trains hurtle twixt north and south
No stop here
Intercity
The Spar open
A car parked
Men, waiting, watching
The clock ticks idly by
Silence is broken
A bread van reverses
School buses galore
Now the older kids are gone
Just the old and very young
A dog waits patiently
She knows he’s coming back
Still paces nervously
School crossing lady ready
Now the very young begin their day
Car doors slam
The village is awake
