In this part of town
there are shutters instead of glass
in front of the shop windows.
They rattle when cars go past
like thunder.

I walk briskly
in this part of town
passing the shop windows.
Don’t want delays, to be bound
to one spot.

In the centre
I can see my reflection
frightened eyes in shop windows.
Walking in this direction
I see galvanized steel.

Still, walking by
the East Belfast shop windows
I can see myself clearer
than in the mirrors of the windows
in Stranger Town.