Even on this beautiful sunny afternoon
we have the playground to ourselves,
and while on one side the traffic goes by -
cars, trams and a woman running to miss one -
and on the other trains are being organised
according to the destination of their loads -
or at least, that is what I imagine is being done -
you do your rounds: wandering, inspecting, marking;
and I sit in the afternoon sun,
lazily poeting.
