"A Soft Day, Reflecting."

As I sat fenced in the sweet soft shade, I saw
The window reflected the reflection
Unnoticed in the open glass door, of
Passing trade, seen through the open slatted
Gesture of demarcation.
Sunlit children with mothers and prams
Dancing home from school, chattering, gesticulating,
Reflecting the brightness;
Clattering cars, dazzling roofs and bonnets
Perky in the brightness,
Softly roaring as waves breaking on the shore;
But dark inside, the hidden
Drowning in deep heat
Joints melted to a mash
Of soft fat and lethargy.


Kittie Carr