After Rain

There he is, walking down
a one way street
in a quiet part of town.

I'd like to think he's slightly hungover
and in search of milk
and a Sunday paper.

And that he's young and got it made.
He'll soon be home and tucking into
lightly toasted toast and orange marmalade

before climbing back into bed and
tucking into his
(warmastoast) girlfriend

who, stirring, recalls him
slipping in last night
but has no recollection of what time

he slipped out.