she has a bird’s-eye view of the town;
the avenues splayed towards the waterfront,
where goods arrive from all over.
Up and down she goes
with Jambo’s every, slow-motion lope.
It’s a most beautiful sight and everyone
coos unconditional delight.
Up there, she sees
all manner of maladjusted malarkey:
the birds and the bees, petty thievery,
the birds and the last of the bees.