Nearly Tuesday
If you get up early enough before the sun the stars disappear before the sky
clouds over
It’s that magic promise time of day when the bakers and milkmen are beginning
their routines
Soon the empty trams will fill with sleepy eyed dockers, factory workers, shop
workers.
Scarves wrapped over tightly combed hair with two ends pointing at well plucked
eyebrows.
Or the flat round docker caps folded to one side with the peak so carefully bent.
So far the cars are still empty coming out. That’ll change soon as the night
workers end their
shifts. But for now it’s twirly for all that. No queues anywhere. The sparrows are
working the
pavement and gutters scuttling feverishly for the slightest crumb. Here and there
a house cat
carefully ignores the occasional pedestrian and grooms sedately , dogs get out
later.
Lights come on in the flats over the shops as the warm beds empty and gas
stoves heat tea kettles
The sun slides up to hide in the now solid cloud cover and the sea salt tar
wetness of another
workday drifts across the cobbled street.
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006
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