as eyes seize it
in this morning sky
there are black clouds and white clouds
which one will win out
the quick link to the
poetry of the people
opens a paywall
the light is still there
in the eyes is the faces
now lined with age
stirring my coffee
the cat calls for her cream
it’s a ritual
wren in the corkscrew
bouncing like a bingo ball
top of the shop
high summer
moored on the chimney pots
a yacht
hollow cuckoo
that island in the marsh
i don’t believe you
behind the fig tree
the fence has turned white
i will paint it
ten thousand prayers
and not one has been answered
except by pain
hotel room
ten thousand souls
have left nothing
cherry blossoms
red hat
the nursing home
the upholstery cleaner arrives
memories erased