My shed is full of stuff, I'm not using and
should, when getting around to it, throw on
a skip. In the corner, there is a golf bag
full of rusty clubs, a reminder of the days
when I genuinely tried to be middle class,
a family of mice live there now, their
entrance is a hole in the bottom of the bag.
They are safe there and probably snug.
On the left side of the bay in Cascais, there
used to be green slopes, now they are full
of buildings facing the sea. Everyone likes
to live where beauty is, nice view and green
slopes; they build houses there and roads.
Just more golf bags far from the greens...