Glen Waverley
7/7/07 3 pm
 
 

It's cold, it's raining and the restless smokers lounge
I hear the accents of Middlesex and Shanghai
The rain is falling
Dripping down the bonnets of cars
Everything that has kept me alive
Up until this point is completely mysterious to me
Two purple pansies lie on the pavement
Pigeons flutter and fall
Taking it in turns to be the first to tumble
Breathing
The air the rain
The blinking