1998
broken twig under cargo tree
empty plastic bag, cigarette pack
un-cleared plate, cup, glass with straw
warm grubby chair, table top
two-tone sparrows flit and hop
trying now to cram their craw
the sun coming round on to my back
a quiet relaxing time with tea
tree full with symbiotic trunk
where worker, student eat and talk
an old Malay girl washing plate
umbrella protecting from the sun
for her, I think it’s not much fun
away from peak time, to wait
watching with me the spider walk
flies buzz around the human junk
a monsoon drain, open litter near
two planks of wood help people go
by rough patchy earth, mud parking bay
leaf talking soft in relaxing air
a spider on my blond arm hair
in new galaxy, blown far away
from time to time, I keep in tow
a mémoire of when I once came here.
