The whir of the washing machine,
half eaten lunch setting on paper plates.
Spoons under sofas
the cat stalks it’s pray of last night’s tea.
The grey summer sky
“sunshine and showers”
tee shirts, shorts and waterproofs.
The sunhat and umbrella medly.
Mouldy orange juice from when I was last here,
stagnant.
a dripping tap
a ticking clock.
Burnt shoulders.
Gooseflesh legs.
Too hot.
Too cold.
Everybody’s gone away
theres no one out to play,
no one can come to stay
I’ll just sit in all day.