in the orchard

i found the meaning of

a windfall 

 late summer

a wasps hangs on a thread

• ripe plums

 royal family

ten thousand reasons

to scroll past

 is

is what it’s called

now

 elderly fingers

fumbling with the locket’s

smile

 sign

on the open gate

please close the gate

a gasp

inflated with

its own importance 

aghast 

inflated with

its own importance

 temporarily 

all the traffic lights

come on as red

 beside 

the astroturf

wild flowers

 rain at last

i call the peony

a pee on me

 pop-star’s funeral

ten thousand smart phones

at arms length 

 time travelling 

correcting past mistakes

i am a yo-yo