An assault of cabbage leaves on the pavement
Tries vainly to cover up the man-holes;
Splattered egg yolk on the serrated kerb :
Two men look from the window. Wind blows.
A young girl throws a loose bundle
Of waste material from the upper balcony :
That red one is an empty tea carton,
And anything spongy, white, thin and long
Could a woman's sanitary napkin,
I said maybe !
More winds; howlings; frightened cows running :
Unseasonal winds might lead to sandstorm,
SANDSTORM ! You must close that window now dear friends !
The empty tea carton rises in the air.
The two men watch it pass by, silently -
Shall it reach the balcony ? gable ? roof-top ?
They are n-o-w closing the window
They've shut it at last ! Never mind !
The tea carton fails to reach the roof-top.
The wind smells of cabbage soup.
No howling. No face in the window.
They must've had a glimpse of the stray dog
Nibbling nervously at the stained sanitary napkin.
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