Which Day

Flip flops, strewn on the ground,

bottles cut in to varses,

making holders in the trees.

Hot coffee,

accidentally strong enough to

wrench a man from his bed.




Staring and squinting

as the day buzz begins.

Not sure whether it’s Wednesday,

or Tuesday,

or Saturday for that matter.

The giving up pack

of tobacco.

Never seen so many men smoking,

replacing that liquor

with the liquorice paper.

Mechanical fixing,

a neighbour puts their

bike together.

Ready to whizz away,

and join the tropical speedway.


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