as eyes seize it
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
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
moored
where time flows past
just thinking
in life’s scales
tomorrow weighs nothing
but just you wait
life is taxiing
on childhood’s runway
- clear for take off
