Yesterday...
Valentine's, you missed it, too bad, he left no forwarding address-
I watched from the pub window
as a van from a high-class Consultant on
spatial and temporal problems
it implied
in one of those pretentious titles
of enterprising thirtyish freelance entrepreneurs
gunning for a profitable big corporation buy-out I guess
pulled up and parked in the very place
and for the very time
guaranteed to cause most disruption
to the desperate gotta-buy-her-sump'n traffic on the busy road
while I in my righteous citizen mode
frowned and awaited developments
until many minutes later
he returned
looking very pleased with himself
carrying a bunch
of not many red roses
in a cut-glass vase (clever florist) ,
i'm not sure about the water - the vase was tilted
in his hasty, laddish, anticipatory hand
and drove off.
Excellent piece, you really nailed it. Nice story, you brought the encounter alive with words. I salute you.10+
I'd love to know for real what his mate would have said to him when he got back in the van - in all the different nagtions of the world! I can so guess the English response...
You're right about him - he was covering up his embarrassment at being seen, with the laddish bit - since he had a mate with him, in the front seat!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That must be London: -) up here, the majority still look vaguely furtive and hunted if seen clutching flowers: -) Nice poem Michael