Inside Finders Keepers
The beauty of the pen—I dunno.
Feeling sentimental again.
How wonderful, without it
I can record moments
while drinking Mahou draught
in Finders Keepers.
Outside, everything is happening.
A man, maybe Senegalese,
approaches three young women
selling something.
“You chilling?” he asks them.
Then I’m distracted.
Two women lovingly meander by
smiling and holding hands.
One with short blonde hair
and a full-length green dress,
patterned with flowers.
Her partner in hot denim shorts.
They pause at the menu.
The blonde grabs her partner’s arse.
Then a pair of Canada geese appear
with their five chicks bobbing
on the black water.
It amazes me
how humans respond.
They stop. They stare.
They point and coo, “aww.”
My fingers tap the Android screen.
Soon it will be time to go home.
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