Returning
from the dentist
I passed them
walking
up Wilbury Road
She was old
draped in a
heavy dress
inching forward on
a quad base
walking stick
He was tall
middle-aged
ponytailed
and affectionately
stooped
A raised right hand
helping in spirit
perhaps preempting a fall
her son I guessed
As they stood
my only option
was to walk
between them
and their conversation
Head down
I gargled an apology
through polished teeth
which I’m
not sure they heard
Nobody whistles from building sites anymore
she said
No
he replied on a chuckle
that’s now classified as rape
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