Flinders Lane stands still…
beneath a crop of clouds
that muster and cluster
to the fluster of passing crowds.

Flinders Lane stands still…
wet with puddling pools
that splish and splash
to the slash of roadside tools.

Flinders Lane stands still…
fixed to concrete boots
that guide the stride,
the rim and ride, of skates and scoots.

Flinders Lane stands still…
Remember if you will.

© Tim Grace, 16 February, 2020