On The Heath
Out to escape
The pressure and pace
They sit on the grass
Or under the trees
Sometimes in pairs
But mainly alone
Stripped back
In the sun
To reflect
Or read
Their naked shoulders
Frail
In the heat
The odd jogger
iPod wired
Pants past
Out on the Heath
The lonely crowd
S c a t t e r s
© Ian Lilburne 2010