a daylesford evening

#1

they
are talking

milling

hovering on . . .

around . . .

above . . .

the sidewalk

forgetting
in their tidal
rise
and ebb
to part

to allow
a passer-by
to pass them
by

street-side animation
beneath
short sleeves
and
short hems

perched on
heightened heels
and
tapered toes

it is cold
now
as the sun
passes behind
a building

but the only signs
on the street
are the thin fog
of a breath
exhaled
to punctuate
the chatter

or to ready for a sip
from a flute
full of bubbles

and an evening gloom
which has descended
grey

#2

the boutique
is lit –
a yellow light –
in these few hours
between custom
and closure

a shop-frau
moves within

tidying
the end of a day

in the window
are three bulldogs

each
wearing sunglasses
and bow ties

their coats are colourful

glaze-shiny

tongues loll
as a bulldog tongue
is wont
to do

al fresco
at the café
next door
a couple
drink their latte
late
amid earnest conversation

the evening grey
is turning
something deeper

and evening falls
in daylesford

~

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