Unreflections Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

no reflection in the plate-glass window of the Charity Shop

no clinking of spurs
creaking of chain-mail
as he flexes his sword-arm
no alarm when he raises his vizored face
towards a galaxy faraway
beyond the placement of the trees
fanning-out above the slate-grey rooves
and the red-brickness of it all

with lack of purpose
he counts the bricks in a section of the wall


if only her mobile-pone had photographed through glass
but now the light had changed
her coffee unexpectedly cold
and somehow the cup-handle slightly disarranged

the shadow that crossed the street to touch her cheek remained
and she wonders 'bout the opportunity that passed