Balcony

The socks are stiil wet
from the tumble of the night
the 11 o'clock sun has come again,
to warm up the balcony
and here I sit
surrounded by winter clothes
hung in hangers
and crouched up on the railing.
There is room enough for
two persons to sit
and relax
but then you are too close
to the other
to fade away in your own thoughts.
It takes half an hour
for the earth to move
and take away the sun
from my balcony
where I sit to cure my arthritus
with a dose of warm sun
and the dust of the street
which rises up
as the MCD worker
goes about her job
sweeping the road-
a two meter wide road,
below this,
a two feet wide balcony.