rain came off, on
rather like the light here
half gone
go to the corner shop
raining non-stop
in the street, puddle break apart
by the beat of shoe;
coin, note
bag bloat
cheese, egg, tinned fish, baguette, beer
trek back in soft rain again here
where I hear rain fall from leaf, branch
to pavement, to me, neck, hair
cars squirt, mush
tyre gush in the mishmash of bashing rain
to brutal, beaten road, crying
fat man checks car in rain;
broken again?
entrance plants, thick, wet me through
tickle trick, wipe hair, new dry shirt, slip on
cold wet, now gone...
take late lunch of new baguette, turkey
not haute cuisine…
not so good, not quite right
wash up, throw out bread bit
sparrow, magpie enjoy in chattering chase
strip off, hot shower
with wall tile bouquet
the water running away
empty yellow can, the Lynx ran
a warm idiosyncrasy might come to me
night, but not yet...
As Aeschylus said in a play, ‘a little goes a long way’…
he didn’t; I just made it up…but why?
