Passing Sun

Passing sun blinds my eyes
with shingle rattling under
my feet and hairy dogs
lapping at my heels, while
prams struggling in damp sand
are pushed by proud parents.

Young boys fly a lone kite
under delicate blue skies,
caressed by white steam
puffing from red and white
chimney stacks at Poolbeg
electricity station.

On grey cemented level ground
arthritic people take exercise
after hip operations, using
crutches and zimmer frames
for support, while adjusting
to plastic parts now holding
aged bodied in shape, allowing
them to enjoy a further decade.