15 september 2016
sit up. sit up on the low bedside, wait. The cat comes around the corner, presents its head. Pat. Pat. Then stroke a hand along the long back.
Shower, brush the teeth. The air has gone cold now, the warmth and heat of summer has gone. The little light on the free space beside the window is broken. Put on the main light: to find socks. And shorts.
A quarter of an hour later, walk down the dry alley, pass the church, and all these strange shops, and the bakery. The bakery has a large white delivery truck parked in front of it. Loading and unloading bread and cakes.
In the
distance,
there is the bog cotton man.
Waiting at the bus stop. His hair is growing longer again., when the wind comes it will wave white, like that plant so common in the Dublin Mountains.
The man with the hat in approaching, that is the one who looks like a teacher and probably is not.
Dolores,
her usual slouch, almost dragging herself along.
Then the bus arrives, board. There are no two blue policemen there today. Instead, an obese german couple., chatting actress the aisle, blocking the path with their mass of padded lard. They both draw back into their seats, allowing passage.
There is a young woman with her hair in dreadlock plaits.
At the station, the quiet man with the shaven head is back on service again, he has the coffee ready without being asked. He knows his job.
say 'got er Morgen' to the Hedgehog,
The Train comes into platform## three
The Train comes into platform stay three today, platform six closed on account of renovation.
so, platform three it is, a platform not so wide and comfortable. But so what.
sit up. sit up on the low bedside, wait. The cat comes around the corner, presents its head. Pat. Pat. Then stroke a hand along the long back.
Shower, brush the teeth. The air has gone cold now, the warmth and heat of summer has gone. The little light on the free space beside the window is broken. Put on the main light: to find socks. And shorts.
A quarter of an hour later, walk down the dry alley, pass the church, and all these strange shops, and the bakery. The bakery has a large white delivery truck parked in front of it. Loading and unloading bread and cakes.
In the
distance,
there is the bog cotton man.
Waiting at the bus stop. His hair is growing longer again., when the wind comes it will wave white, like that plant so common in the Dublin Mountains.
The man with the hat in approaching, that is the one who looks like a teacher and probably is not.
Dolores,
her usual slouch, almost dragging herself along.
Then the bus arrives, board. There are no two blue policemen there today. Instead, an obese german couple., chatting actress the aisle, blocking the path with their mass of padded lard. They both draw back into their seats, allowing passage.
There is a young woman with her hair in dreadlock plaits.
At the station, the quiet man with the shaven head is back on service again, he has the coffee ready without being asked. He knows his job.
say 'got er Morgen' to the Hedgehog,
The Train comes into platform## three
The Train comes into platform stay three today, platform six closed on account of renovation.
so, platform three it is, a platform not so wide and comfortable. But so what.
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