walking back
from taking the old bomb
to the mechanics
*
unseasonal cold air
blows through my
star wars T-shirt
*
and my jeans
*
it was 30C last Monday
*
fickle spring strikes again
*
at the rival mechanics
a few metres down the road
the apprentice picks dirt out of his fingernails
*
Copyright September 2021
bluebellina 
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