A mug of warm see-through water rests on the lounge table
keeping company with the hand control that wait there
for the evening’s flickering reflection on screen, able
to erase the afternoon’s science and tourism molecule air
The ‘girl’, in brief respite from the capital’s pollution and rush
a post-school woman now, in tee-shirt, tight shorts, legs bare
the midday heat ablaze, leaf, insect, air, they think of hush
we talk, lounging a little on the patio chair
Two science boys come, mid-afternoon, one with bee-sting anatomy
the heat-to-yawn missiles come through the spectrum of the air
we talk of the SI unit, prefix, light year, simple (very) astronomy
then Linnaean name, so who knows what, no matter where
Their mother perching in Toyota, ‘from Japan,’ okay
‘Ah, what car comes from Sweden?' - a post-class bit of fun -
‘I don’t mean the cake shop, the country.’ I map-arm the air away
‘A Sweden cake car.’ I shoot them both with my invisible gun
Then, indoors; not much escape from the sun’s raw air
a quick sofa rest, then an igniting thought of make-up rain
an early shower, to speed up the sunset heat, bare
but within minutes, the pores pour out again
