Extinct

This was written over a year ago, Leeds is even more silent these days..the picture is a recent sculpture placed outside the Henry Moore Gallery, it made me smile. Extinct Sometimes I cycle home a different way Through this city that I’ve loved so long As if to take it by surprise, and see An older side, and hear a distant song. This used to be a town of striking clocks- That sounded the quarters, halves and hours Newspaper sellers sold their wares to flocks Of folk out shopping, there were flowers Too. Rag and bone men rattled down the street But now the city seems almost swept clean Of historic sights and sounds I used to meet, Extinct, no longer witnessed, no longer seen. Perhaps one day

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