Yesterday... <br />Valentine's, you missed it, too bad, he left no forwarding address- <br />I watched from the pub window <br />as a van from a high-class Consultant on <br />spatial and temporal problems <br />it implied <br />in one of those pretentious titles <br />of enterprising thirtyish freelance entrepreneurs <br />gunning for a profitable big corporation buy-out I guess <br />pulled up and parked in the very place <br />and for the very time <br />guaranteed to cause most disruption <br />to the desperate gotta-buy-her-sump'n traffic on the busy road <br />while I in my righteous citizen mode <br />frowned and awaited developments <br /> <br />until many minutes later <br />he returned <br />looking very pleased with himself <br />carrying a bunch <br />of not many red roses <br />in a cut-glass vase (clever florist) , <br />i'm not sure about the water - the vase was tilted <br />in his hasty, laddish, anticipatory hand <br /> <br />and drove off.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/be-my-space-time-einstein-valentine/
