A July day
Twilight in the village shuttered windows
Iím walking alone, they have all died, dogs too and cats have gone feral
Stale heat, as heavy as a stage curtain full of forgotten tragedies,
hangs in the air.
I take no pleasure of this walk, but I have been indoors all day waiting for
sun-fall and a cool breezeÖ.
Back home I open windows, share my light with the night.
Sit on the sofa move my toes,
a man needs exercise, and watch the news on TV