Friday, 13 January 2017

We'd been for a walk with the dogs.

We'd been for a walk with the dogs.
Pub lunch, late Sunday afternoon.
All easy, all good.
Passed you, sitting on a bench,
by the church.
Head slumped.
Slurring your words
(insulated in my car)
and drooling.
I didn't mention I'd seen you.
Drove past, drove home,
to my little two up, two down.
Home to tea,
home with the dogs.
And you still sitting there,
Sunday afternoon pissed.

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