We woke, we spoke, I made coffee,
We got on our bikes and rode.
We stopped. Lay in the grass,
In fields that had not been sowed.
L cooked, I showered, then we ate.
I cleaned, L showered and I sang.
We drove, we shopped,
I ignored a homeless man.
Amazon delivers two parcels,
I’m excited by one and not the other.
We sit in the sun and sink a beer,
Darts fly and we duck for cover.
Now arrows are being fired,
This time with the use of a bow.
The garden is discussed, the weeds,
And the speed at which they grow.
L preps for dinner, I keep my distance,
At the local shop for Fever Tree.
The man in front has a certain air,
I keep two meters, maybe three.
We eat super, avocado and eggs,
And there’s a kick under the table.
One day there will be peace,
This region will be united and stable.
We watch a film with some resistance,
Staring Hugh Grant, About a Boy.
There’s a concern about the age rating,
Eventually we settle and enjoy.
Now it’s time for bed for everyone,
But this does not mean for sleep.
For an hour or more can pass,
And the floorboard still do creek.
