waiting for the traffic to clear
before I get back into the saddle again
and begin to look for another place to sleep
For though the sun was shining as fiercely as ever,
of distant waves and birds awake to music and rain
I felt cold and wet, breathing hard and trembling like a leaf
A downpour had come from within the parasol,
which now lay in a heap beside me,
The end had broken off
leaving only a little piece stuck in the earth.
Now unshaded is just the thing,