Waiting
by PW

Windows whited, pinkybrown squat
Of the old Vincentians squares out
To cricket field and March hedges.

Sleepy city awaits its summer dreams,


Distant car radio sums up the news
To harveynorman and football scorelines.
Somewhere someone dies suddenly,
Colors of a life escape like quarkthings.
Guess we've no Noah's ark to wait for us.