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Street gutter in Old Town Stockholm

By Bengt Nyman (originally posted to Flickr as IMG_2356-1) [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Tight red-green leaves sprout on
the curbside trees. Drizzle taps the
flattened Strongbow cans
stomped down with an empty pizza box

American hot
pepperoni and chilli.
Baronsmere’s pink petals
line the gutters;

blown down in April rains.
I even spied a spider.

12 and 13/4/2015

In rhythm and feel, this poem bears a resemblance to ‘Ninja Turtles Strike Again!’. They both hint at melancholy and contain a tone of nostalgia for things past. In each, things of the gutter and underground animal world are referenced. Plus there’s mention of pizza.

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This image is from the October 1902 issue of “The Delineator” magazine and features courtesy of the Old Design Shop.

I love hearing about the antics of raucous older people – those humans who have made it to their eighties, nineties and beyond. I met Klara last year in a queue at the Cadogan Hall when we were both waiting to buy £5 day tickets for a Proms chamber concert. This was her story.

as told to me by Klara

Last week three

of my octogenarian friends dropped in.

Nobody drops in on me!

But they did: from Brighton, Cambridgeshire and Dorset.

 

So, where are we going out tonight?

asked my friend from Brighton.

I had no idea,

but we found pizza.

 

(I don’t know why I am so into it.

I had it out two nights last week.)

 

We ate

and stayed out late.

We drank too much

and waved our sticks about.