yellow

  r

  a

  i

  n

  drip

  ping

from 

the 

lamp post

 sitting with the lady 

  with a broken hand 

    smoothing her cat

 brutalised

  by ‘the shooter’

    the english language

briefly the sunlight

of a sparrow hawk’s turning

wings of  delight 

 sunday morning

escorted into an ambulance

a woman footballer 

 one year later

the transplanted orchid

flowers again

 reading the news

the whales have stopped singing

i cried an ocean 

 light at last and

all of the sparrows are

preening their morning

she rang to say

please put on the porridge 

i’m in the castle  

 another dusk

the automatic lights

come on again

 morning light

the landscape seeps

across the wall 

 local beauty spot

  the blemish of

    visitors