gentle evening

Coffee coloured stucco. Ancient

shutters bleached silver

dishevelled on rusty hinges

rendering their apparent

permanence miraculous. Battered

blue bicycle leant against the

wall no longer going places - adventurous

travel having given way years ago to sunlit

evenings making embroidered

shawls on the doorstep, geraniums

glowing like the buttercup effect

at the chin beneath deeply

wrinkled concentration. There's a

small glass of something or other

beside a basket of chocolate

brown bread and olive oil

on the little outdoor table, and

needles in her orange pin cushion.

In tonight's gentle evening

breeze this quiet sometime cyclist is

mistress of her universe

Poreč, Croatia

July 2016