bouncing

down the steps of sleep

the dog’s ball

 shadow boxing

the crab shuttling 

a killer punch 

 the accretion 

of the many moons of life

event horizon

 red bridge

if you just wait there

you’ll see

 religion

the patent ductus of thought

that by-passes the higher centres 

 tinnitus

the shriek in the shrine

can you not hear it

 affluence 

having enough money

not to have to worry

about charging the battery 

to 80%

 nostalgia 

vignettes from the past

with holes in

 perfection slows

in the wilting of a rose

before the secateurs 

 high summer

the path through the orchard

is overgrown 

the gulls fight

as the crow hides the morsel

strut and nonsense  

 fishing line

floating the moon’s ripples

waiting for a bite