the last day of august

a hot humid late summer day
the limes lining sedgley road limp

leaves lolling in airless heat
dusted by traffic; walking

to the barber-shop for a shearing
I am struck by the realisation:

no-one could have told me what I had been
because they did not know

no-one can tell me what I am
because they do not know

no-one can tell me what I will be
because even I do not know; ergo

I revel in the fact that I am.

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