No plan led to their arrival,
Between the silent ice cream van,
And the barred up Hotel De Silva,
The one bed had only been expecting one.
Where once dust specs danced through shards of light,
A desk stood,
A chair,
A bike.
And so the walls breathed in.
We basked in the sunset walls that summer,
Reflected radiance dappled endless late nights.
Reaching around the edges of vision,
We glimpsed somewhere else.
The working day was an 11 o'clock shadow,
Blink and all that was left was blinding brilliance.
The open window let light in,
And friends in,
And cats in.
The weight of the thick musky air,
Smoothed their souls.
When the ice cream van flew south,
When their shadows grew long,
When the bailiffs arrived,
They moved on.
