His belly’s great brazen surface sizzles in the unconquerable sun. Sweat drips from his brow. Sunglasses darken the world into sepia. He sips on a screwdriver and smokes a rollie. The sea is too hot to exert itself onto the shore. The white sands hiss and waver. An old country song plays on the radio. Who knows where the time goes? asks the singer.
Paddy Dobson
18th July 2021