No oboe rang through the city
Except on walkmen or in rush-hour cars,
And pedestrians milling to a morning's work
Past blood-shot headlights, slashing through the rain
Are drowned out - volumes of traffic reduced
To the smooth envelope of stereo-sound.

But no oboe rang in reality
Through the city

We have come so far
So far out of our way
But whatever we've lost
At least
We have found a place
At last

Look around again

Peter Jukes Brussels 1982

First photo from the hpphotocontest.The second from Chris Jordan's great photoblog