A great-white van
blocks me from
trying to see beyond
to market stalls;
tent tops – pink, green and humbug – flutter out and up.
Kites restrained.
A great-hairy man, tattooed, from white van – steps out,
phone in hand,
checking for messages.
A lover’s words?
Breeze sweeps him up –
he retreats back
in.
A lover’s call?
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Now, will he move the van?
Knees up, phone in hand, he sits on.
Humbug.
He revs up.
Message received?
Phone, still in hand, he exits.
Ladies bouncy, and ladies brittle swarm.
Golden melons – trophies balance.
And scarves, £5 a piece float.
Lone man – green, unshaven, rugged in denim relaxed
presents himself.
The ladies disperse, and
he strolls on through
without regard
Another moment
gone.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, September 2018
