Walking along the canal one arm holding onto the other's elbow at the back
Takes me to my grandfather
Watching him walk in his all white - white shirt and white dhoti, his lower lip sticking out slightly his eyes greying and crinkly smiling
Seeing the green kilis..hearing their insistent calls among the verdant trees says this is home more than the trees near my place. Avenues of trees and a long body of water just draws birds in.
Then i see
Two domestic workers walking their owners dogs
Sitting to chat under the shade of a tree
Dogs leashes held close
They turn in knees almost knocking
While the dogs turn out, not keen on each other
One of the less docile dogs barks at a passing man. He scolds the helper. Sje scolds the dog. The serenity of the scene disrupted
The kilis calls interrupt my reverie. A flock ascends as one from one tree. Another individual from another tree suddenly lifts off to join them as if to say "wait for me"
In the canal a flotissa of junk... plastic bags a condom
Ready to add to the plastic in the sea
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