The heat is cooling a little I might
take a walk down the promenade and count
all the green things I see, like me and Zev
used to do on our way home from nursery in
Jerusalem. Quietly, I sit down on the dense
bench and absorb a chess game, my legs
brown as a chocolate button. Some wasp can’t
leave me be. Most of the time I just crouch on
hot pavements in my bathing suit. Summer is
a good time to do nothing and make no money
not even write a novel just visit churches and steal
breakfast for dinner. Accidently finish crime
and punishment. Remember when I was writing
inside that house you were squatting in. Remember
when you were always cooking or cleaning or not
searching for me. It’s okay – stray cat, I won’t throw
rocks at you. I only want to look. The happy tobacconist
thinks I am a little genius walking round with all my
empty notebooks. When you fall asleep and
I have no idea what you had for dinner or what
county you are in. is when I need you desperately.
June 2024.
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Blossom Hibbert
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