A Flat In Town

A flat in Town Tomorrow most of the time there is one, but for some, the unlucky who died the day before, and rest in a coffin in a cold church, the tomorrow came too late, I will be moving into a flat on the fifth floor in Loule. See many roofs and if I stand on a ladder also see the Atlantic Sea and with binoculars catch a sight of a passing ship. Life will be so easy take the lift down to the street walk into a café and drink coffee; I usually make my coffee but what the hell. There is a park nearby with pretty flowers and tame trees. The bank manager shakes her head did some calculation asks me about my age and before I can push the question away with a joke my wife stepped in and told What I cannot tell anyone if the loan I need is refused, I will look mournful yet relieved that I do not have to write poetry about the colours on flat roofs and the sea is forever green I do not need a ladder to know this.