Sojourn Red guitars
miss the yellow haired girl
Picket fences  where wild garlic grows
An antiquated Truck moves along

The ramshackle hut loiters and lists
as an idiot passes by
his red shoes  dusty

Woman do their swimming
by the pool
They smile back
returning at dusk


sparrows plunge
the scent of bread pontificates
It is late Summer
the flies are a buzzing