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