Pierced by one voice.
Headphones, immaculate dark brown hair,
Golden tan, short back and sides, dark grey jersey.
“You got muscle?”
Heads down phones out.
“She played for UNSW”
Seven polygons overlaid in the round below the thumb.
Blue denim shirt, cream chinos and sandy coloured hair.
“Big crowds expected” states the jumping video screen.
Heavy gold links encircle a slim young wrist.
“Almost two years, nice!”
Raindrops on glass,
Wipers have stopped.
Wet umbrella at my feet.
An annoying fly.
“Julie, see you around, my name’s Brad!”
Time to work