Spewed From A Cruise Ship…
Plodding, slapping down their feet,
iPhones at arms’ length on sticks,
Videoing themselves walking,
Or recording what unseeing eyes missed whilst talking.
Loitering, halting in small groups,
Shrieking their communications
At comrades nearby in hats, under umbrellas,
Or through face-masks, their bizarre conversations…
I walked past one, I walked past them all.
Which ones did I already see?
Perhaps they lapped me several times,
For they all looked the same to me…
Pete Ray…
May 2016 & cruise-ship passengers spilled out into Dubrovnik, following their guides.
All nationalities, many languages, much excitement…
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