The loud ibises flap
the dusk breeze,
cackling their hadeda call.
House sparrows hop
on the grey tar.
I’m waiting for the wagtails
to come, to settle in the trees:
they roost here at night.
As do I.
From across the road
the elderly come
for the Wednesday special:
couples, or small groups,
to have a night away
from their old age home.
As do I.
After a hot day
the clouds are out,
slowly, slowly drawing
the light from the sky.
This evening, ah, the cool breeze,
the late afternoon draught
makes peace with the moment,
calming the coming dark.
As do I.
- Brian Walter
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