A great-white van
blocks me from
trying to see beyond
to market stalls;
tent tops – pink, green and humbug – flutter out and up.
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
A lover’s call?
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Now, will he move the van?
Knees up, phone in hand, he sits on.
He revs up.
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
The ladies disperse, and
he strolls on through
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, September 2018