no dolor

The 2 April

The blue tin full of paper waste put outside

the door as The house is abandoned for the

chilly street. But for the street lights, it is

dark. The last hour last sunday has seen to

that, sunrise will be in an hour's time.

A cyclist goes by, heading Towards the

police station. He has a mere ing bright

LED light attached to his forehead. Maybe

like an angler fsh, a creature of the deep

night darkness.

There is no Dolores at the bus stop, she

must be lending her leg. Perhaps she has gone

into retirement, finally locking away from the

wud to be up early, to go to work. she had

complained of a sore knee, and of being old.

All in her Turkish accented german.

The taxi driver arrives, he wqiyd about

the previous week. Then there' is a discussion of

the stress factor involved in driving a car II

work, as opposed to the time saved by driving

The love arrives, that is the end of the arwgx

'look at the boom of a Traffic light, its

shadow cast on the road Hythe street

lamp.. The angle of the kvp and the sky,

of the boom mate the shadow look like

a c e e r nt' em hath