Thursday, April 15, 2010
looking, faded, bare
Looking in. Looking out.
The first drift of daffodils to flower in The Grove has already faded. "Fair daffodils, we weep to see you haste away so soon." But, still, their departure presages summer which, this year, seems to have been missing a long time. Thanks for the thought, though, Robert Herrick.
Outside Cafe Nero sits a grey haired man in sunglasses, a blue shirt and shorts. He is bare foot. Beside him, also enjoying the sun, are two large, hairy dogs. He is reading a big book which rests on his knee. He might be on a beach rather than bang in the centre of Tunbridge Wells, with busy shoppers hurrying past.
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