A Tunisian road laid plain dustily
Under the vast pale milk blue sky
Shrubs of olive grove and orange trees
Shaking their branches lightly
In shadows next to the road,
The gutter laid quietly
Half-tarred cigarette butts
Frogs groaned lazily in the mud
A boy walking past by it
Picked up a white crayon
Whistling a sharp white tune
The boy scratched it against a wall.
‘Hello.’
12.8.2019
Ralph with Coffee 