Crossing

[franceslievens]

Every morning the magician lets cars glide from one street to the next. Her white gloved hands make elaborate movements that are more at home in a theatre conducting an orchestra, than on the street, conducting traffic. She's something to look forward to, every day, when I enter the metro station: the female constable who can make cars stop and start again with a beautiful flick of the wrist.

Comments

[frenchani.livejournal.com]

And she probably doesn't know how poetical her job is...

[frances-lievens.livejournal.com]

And I didn't realise I was poetical when I wrote about it.