Tuesday, 5 February 2013

encounters 2

They occupy the bench out of the wind
in the ice-blue sunshine of the park this morning
and we pass the time of day

'Tinnies' in hand they are warm and philosophical,
gnarled, chapped fingers scrunch my terrier's fur
as we touch upon the weather, the newly-planted saplings,
the litter and the passing of time...

Their concerns are much the same as mine

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