To Plough On

Maybe two more weeks

I am so tired of them

And long for their end





The old have fascinating stories

The young have great adventures

‘Dullness’ isn’t a word that allures,

When thinking of their abilities


The Festival

Thirty years ago, today’s heat would be called intense

Multitudes of tourists, vehicles, wasps

Discomfort that clasps

Leaving the city center was a relief, in a sense

Even when a performance did speak to the sense