I sat outside at 8 o’clock.

I noticed that the sun had stopped.

Directing light between the trees

Of 31 and 33.

I sat outside at 9 o’clock.

I noticed that the smoke had stopped.

From the once used, gas barbecue.

Burnt burger buns at 32.

I sat outside at 10 o’clock.

I noticed that the noise had stopped.

The barking dog and slamming gate.

The screaming kids at 28.

I moved inside at 11 o’clock.

I noticed that the music hadn’t stopped.

The snap of cans the clink of wine.

The high pitched ladies at 29.

I was still awake at 12 o’clock.

I noticed that the crying had stopped.

The angry slam of a taxi door.

No fond farewell from those at 34