third mug of tea

another snail morning 

nodding in the rain

 wet summer 

just snail days passing

drip drip drip 

 heavy rain 

in the community orchard

picking plums 

 global heating

many languages

one graph

 eternity abides

where meatus meets meatus

the exchange of wows

 i didn’t tell you 

writing a reply to you

my tea went cold

 oxymoron 

the rules of war

broken

 butterflies

on  a gravestone 

cob nut shells

 on a gravestone

eating a packed lunch

looking at the sea

lost in the finding

 ten thousand miles

a candle is lit for me

i light a candle

 nursing home

the wall have years

sitting here

 one stream

three meanings flow

understanding drops

 into the temple

flows the stream 

cups are cupped

 summer

lifeguards 

rainy lights

night

 what was that

i thought you said something

but of course not

 a cuckoo

laid a single secret

in my mind

feeding it with my thoughts

the sun rises over the fields

 the palimpsest of a tideline on a sea swept beach

 rough sea

deep thoughts

long day

changing shadow

hot sun

long swim

dry ditch

many butterflies 

wind rise

wind falls

 many bridges

many rivers

 the pump of the revolution engine is primed

 creativity 

carefully packaged

delicately torn

 late sunshine

warm leaves

  body

of water 

 candle 

night

 forest fire

smoke screen

 high sky

deep sea

 rough sea

deep breaths

 global warming

if it doesn’t impinge on you 

it soon will

 by the rocks

we read the sea’s mood

too bloody right

 things that were finished

were made into things that weren’t 

the phoenix flew away

 rain more rain more rain

the wind arrives in the trees

a candle flickers

 global warming

oh no it isn’t

oh yes it is

calmness

island to island 

slowly rests  

 black ties

attending the funeral wake

paramedics

 why did

didn’t did didn’t

the squirrel

 these trees

have weathered the storms

until

 look here

a grasshopper 

                                    over there 

 we are who we are in the minds of others

 come in tokyo 

do you read me

over

 guilt

the life force of religion

is killing me

 the dawn sea

summer hanging by a thread

waiting waiting

 the rocket exploded

and fell back to Mother Earth

but the earth was gone

without sun showers there would be no rainbows 

 give yourself to save yourself 

 walking up the stairs 

i passed a spider

going to bed

 married life

reading the washing instructions 

inside her knickers 

 when it was tea time

we found the calming seto’s 

inner peace

 storm

the sun went out

like a light

squall

rain goes upwards 

flowers nod

 there you see

the chimney potted seagull

stole my chip

 swim time

oh my god it’s pissing down

sea son of fists

 you never can tell

said bloody hell

and that’s a fact

 the road is closed

someone has left this world

more delays

 utility room

talking to the towels

dry tears

 high cloud

petals on the wind

swept yard

 midsummer rain

dreaming of a snowflake 

how absurd

 whirlpool 

a collage of thoughts

where two rivers meet

 how to get across

that there is another side 

to the sea’s suns

 tears of the gods

flowing for your broken nails

such a lonely climb

 one day i said the

nighttime mountain ate the stars

not one cloud

 the world is changing us all together

 write fast

read fast 

THE END

is coming

 ironing the wrinkled thoughts out of cold sheets

 sunshine

hot grasses caress my legs

flowing to the sea

 plink

the fish sing

heron

 shadows

the cat followed the bird

followed the bee

 a fox

going through a hole

that isn’t there

 a poem

written in the sand 

self-destructs

 a fox

going through a hole

that isn’t there

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 air show 

the red arrows fly over

as i wash my car