As we talk we notice 3 people in the neighbouring brownfield/wasteland
we watch them
“what are they up to?”
“I don’t know – but we should keep an eye on them”
they disappear
then reappear
right by us
in a nodding acknowledgement of our deckchair sitting [in]activity
he says,
“Don’t worry love I’ve done much weirder things…”
I wonder…
“what’s he done? Where’s he done it?”
I wish he’d loitered longer to chat to us
but he was over there
on the other side of the wall
with his mates
and we were sat
on this side of the wall
in our deckchairs
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