Summoned
It happened just outside the allotments
On a ground baking day in late July
The top buttons of his white shirt were rent
The skin underneath was burned pink and dry
He lifted his straw hat, mopped his forehead
With a hanky the size of a bed sheet
Then dropped to his knees as if he would wed
Into a puddle since dried in the heat
A woman in a headscarf and sundress
Clashed the wooden gate and dropped her small purse
Crouching so that her hem swept the dust excess
She cradled his head and let out a curse
The horses standing in the paddock plot
Flicked their tails and broke out into a trot
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