Notes from a suburban Tuesday morning walk
by Steve
Midges gathering around a brick fencepost.
Tradesmen sleepily filling their vans.
The high, eerie hum of the postman’s electric van.
A woman receives her supermarket delivery, then runs out of her front door – a bottle of lemonade has been pierced and is spraying everywhere. She waves it like a Grand Prix winner.
Men with covered faces and smiling eyes straddle a half-built extension, brave the dust their tools generate.
Pavementside trees begin to blossom.
A dog stands outside a bakery patiently while their owner ducks his head in for a morning cake.
A greying, tawdry flag hangs half-mast from a lamppost, is caught in the reaching branches of a nearby tree.
Bees dance around front garden daffodils.
A neighbourly doorstep conversation.
The quiet hope of a park in springtime.
Wait until next year 