Always There

He prefers weekdays to Sundays.
More going on. Garage doors
being raised. Engines being revved.
Cars left out overnight
having their windscreens scraped.

A little later kids go past.
Some wave to him.

On Sundays he stares at nothing
and listens to the sound of them
revving themselves up behind him.
Gasps, chuckles, groans. Eventually,
her long low primeval moan.

You’d think she was in pain
but he’s experienced enough
to know she isn’t.