The Weekend Ends

The coffee shop discussions were, different
They sounded more like the seagulls I had just photographed
I was as the pelican, I sat quietly in the middle

At the German sausage stall no one knew where the queue started or stopped
In the end, I just stood in the one space
Everyone moved around me – I had Bratwurst without sauerkraut

The learner driver moved out into traffic
I don’t know where the passenger got his licence
I closed my eyes then drove the other way

The sky was blue, the sea was blue or green or turquoise
The sand was sort of a, sandy colour
The spinnaker on the yacht was a vibrant purple

The air was different; like yesterday it seemed to lack
Something
Or did it have, more (maybe space)

Somewhere, someone, received a surprise
They were joyful, elated, scared, bemused
Maybe even a little…

Tea was a beautiful homemade soup
The shows on television were incredibly bad
I ironed four shirts and a pair of pants

The Weekend Ends

Tony Mutton

Brisbane, Australia

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