poem for a peaen

We saw you yesterday Ellesmere Green
Crossing the road
Holding dirty blue jogging slacks up with one hand
Grey brown jacket too hot for the weather and
Looking not at us but where we could not see

Then today on Minna Road
It’s like you’ve taken only one step
Across the night
Through morning
To midday
Hand holding slacks
Jacket too warm
Eyes inverted unfurling tomorrow

This your paean for the virtue of true timelessness