looking east

The view
 looking out of the window facing inland
I see a petrol station painted green and across
 the station a shabby supermarket with
an incompetent staff yet an excellent place to go
if you need to buy milk.
Buying wine is not recommended they don't
know how to store it and the wine goes off.
The road below me is as usual full of traffic
that flows to fast.
I can't see the upland the view is closed
by ugly blocks of flats too cold in the winter
too hot in the summer.
I sigh, return to my terrace that faces the sea
and dream of my youth back when I was a seaman and old age an abstract thought.