as eyes seize it
mendicant's staff
slowly through our neighbourhood
rings a bell
pebbles
at the tide’s panning
woe betides
drenching drizzle
acrobatic long tailed tits
are my safety net
mud flats
the tributaries meandering
like my thoughts
the pet shop is
open closed open closed
said the goldfish
where in this dereliction are the people who were
new town
looking for their river
to contemplate
snowmelt
with each drip
my heart leaps
welcoming the green
of salad days
Boris
one more drink
in the last chance saloon
tomorrow’s promises
wash day
taking the shirt off my back
dry humour
where the footsteps so the path
a cat
the statue of limitations’
silent stare
