a mundane but perfect moment
swarming
with the commuter shoal this morning
through the crowded concourse
i was on course
for an architecturally-haired young man wearing
a cheap ill-fitting suit who was staring
at the cleaners' cart
from which he was maybe eight men apart
at this point the soundtrack in my cans
began
the gentle drum roll intro to a tune
the timing could not have been more opportune
i watched as the young man raised up
his empty take-away cappuccino cup
and with laudable insouciance and a quick
half-disguised flick
of his wrist propelled the rubbish toward that bin
slowly trundling away from him
and as i watched as that tumbling cup fell
the music in my ears started to swell
and as i watched it glide
into its goal without touching the sides
the song kicked in its first sforzando chord
i had to fight my hands not to applaud
the young man's stony face allowed a tiny grin
of triumph in celebration of this win
literally as soon as this happened i thought that i finally had a way to use this title supplied to me by the lovely @likecrazypaving
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