Café (December)

All in silence and alone I attend to words around the edges of a city waking in December rain. Raucous soul music in the cafés of Degraves Street. Click and steam of the baristas. A lawyer cutting through the ham and cheese croissant like prize evidence. Splashy umbrellas blue and black do their brack walks towards Collins Street. The man with the stretch cords in his ears yelling at someone in Yarraville. What kinds of words are the words around edges? Any word the language provides, solid, humid as. Rain intensifying on the bluestone pavement. Avocado smashers tapping their phones.