Arrivals

A Poem

Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

She’s already here when I arrive – tattooed right arm, darker green yoga pants, cool green top – colours for fading in the woods, hatted, black cloth mask swaddle her face – a bandit waiting to pay – waiting for the latest in mechanical decline –

Then someone from the Pacific enters – no time for hair styling, bagged blue sweatshirt, shorts over thin legs, heavy belly making sandals more and more part of the…