Sitting by the windmill, looking up, morning flowers soaking in pots.

Twisted and bent arms, a strangely misty sky.

Its sister, there are two, outnumber me by one.

Donkeys led slowly away, the leaking hose takes a piss.

It is a church, of some sort, on the southern flank

Old man, quietly alone, while others clatter nearby.

Dogs had barked all night, cocks started early, they both continue.

Time to move, in more ways than, here comes sun.

A cooling breeze, drifting from the sea, donkey sounds.

I join my mates, well they have grey hair.

A shady coin, ckeck shirts, high waists. laughing wisely.

In truth, watching people, little thought, check skirts.

Too hot now, have to lie down, shut up dog

Blades humm, elecrical buzz, sea breeze ha puff.

Bare legs, bald tyres, "because were happy" not.

Silver horse,rusty cows,mosquitos cloud.

Blended in the evening sky, a less than average cut

Missed it, so often do, morning, what next.

Burro needs a gargle, who wouldn't, itchy grass.

A wait, an endless wait, wait weight wait.