Bora born

You me too _

I saw a man today have breakfast with his
nine year old son at muddies cairns restaurant.
Dad's shaved tattooed head had it's face in his phone

while his son tried to make conversation for
half an hour, a father's son time sad real loss.

A large tall woman walked past perrotas

on her way to our cool esplanade lagoon.

Her one piece open front costume showed her breasts

down to her belly button, her large daughter

walked before her undressed in correspondence.

A teenage brother and sister lined up at

the muffin break, shadow boxed while mum bought lunch.

As he stood behind his sister, hot pants bound

he stooped to grab her behind with talon like
fingers, but in public thought better of it.

Keith, an elder man with brilliant blue eyes brought
up the subject of living a good full life.
He called me over as I exited the
front gate of the flats, peter joined in with his
broad life story, both men content with their lot.

A vision test at seventy years of age
gave a 25/25 score, yes that's true.

When you've lost so many rods and cones back stage
starlight seems to hide in more dark places while
the need for reading glasses, tells me not so.



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© 13th april 2022 _ Ioan James Daniel


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