Thanks to Anisio Luiz Nogueira
raining day, the pram hood smelled. gabardine.
blue white edging patterned greek style.
sound of water falling, puddled apron,
bread in damp paper, taste of crust corner.
springy, bouncing down green road, my brother
weighting. the other end.
a blanket to pick fluff
straps to bind me.
later came other fragments, the whisper of sausages for tea, the promise of marmite,
fragile gas mantles to repace night time candles.