the ristorante
shuts down
in the early hours

tables and chairs
taken in from the street
overhead gas fires
turned down
turned out

all that remains
is a sidewalk corral
and the stiff plastic sheeting
that keeps away
the road
stops the weather

in the morning light
there’s a body
in a swag
with a letter
on the beg
beside it

life treasures
in a supermarket trolley
in the inside corner

a good long sleep
restores the body

from the storm

another day begins
fending off
the street

© Frank Prem, 2017

July 2017 Poem #29: let’s call it sailing


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