This is a dusty afternoon
rolling on slowly
unpleasant gluey languor
late unrelenting red sun

Grey men playing backgammon
under giant black trees
dark green park, slow motion
in their time monotony

There was a loud laughter
of giggling fat women
in black long gowns
heads wrapped in black

What about a cappuccino?
There’s a café down there.
Will that help overcome
the dreariness of time killed?