Amager

Sitting
at a cafe
in Amager
I wonder
at all
the passing
people...

A woman
leaves
her child,
outside,
asleep,
in
a pram
alongside
a row of
parked bikes.

A pock-faced
man
with the
sour smell of
street strolls
in and
stares.

He soon
leaves.

Two adolescent
girls
a red hoodie
tied around
not-yet-fully
developed hips,
their smell:
still pink
and signals
a youth
I no
longer miss...

Clouds sail
through the sunny
sky shading
all the shine.

Windbreakers are
unleashed
the solar
retreat
inevitable

and I sit
here
anchored
in Amager
& brace
myself
for the winter...