at dawn

the white houses turn pink

in bethlehem 

 i read them

to learn how to write

i wrote

i listened to them

to learn how to read

i said

 morning sunshine  

through the corkscrew hazel

talking to the wall

 my words

have a different meaning

to your words

 car park 

a fluorescent light flashes

on and off

 our parents

they drop their leaves 

we kick them 

 the stray cat is full

crows return to the feast

squirrelling 

 in the slow intake

of a hushed breath at dawn

thoughts flow

 nightfall 

bringing in the cold towel

east wind

 fog

lifting in the falling 

of its rising

 it’s OK puss

i gave him some food

he’s gone now

 lost

the fog’s

distance