flourhands rise mid-night from powdered pillows in
bed, massage knuckles, unknot muscle fibres smooth<
vegetable oil-lathered skin they haze-dream of fed<
mouths starch bellies and carb-tired eyes<
verging on a super-seeded sleep but energy
comes push-bike workers wheel down alleyways
driven by aromas cars speed tarmac gasping
for a kalamata loaf, finest olives found by Luis
eyes sticky patisserie displays behind sweet glass
tongs pick cumberland rum nicky for the smoke break