Grimbeau

Sudden as love it’s eight thirty.

Two & a half hours faffabout

oiling  de railleur on rusted bikes;

clearing the drain with willow and prunes;

mumbling out of turn on the chain gang.

Serene cupidities conspire

Wilfully, making sense sensitive.

Hours with feet up.

Doing the log thing.

Eight a night

Five a day

For a week

Brown and sultry planning permissions

Granted! Today we sail on Braintree.