Leaning gravestones
Strong sun, cream teas
Babies crying, dogs barking
Demonstrations of twisting wool
& the reupholstery of antique chairs
No rush to their conversations
No doubts in their belief of faith
You enquired about the moneymaker
The boy gazed out into the further distance
His eyes entirely free of unqualified expectations
This is a poem from Vagaries:
Love of The Key to Room 149