When I opened the shutters
and looked on to the tiny park
that is a smiling eye amongst concrete,
there was a whisper of rain in the air,
but that didn’t awake the two tramps that slept on benches,
but the rumbling rubbish truck did.
They got up, hunched shoulders looked for a butt to smoke
gulped wine from a bottle they shared,
swore about the weather
and a new day began.