as eyes seize 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
haiku
it should be just so
often it is not
summer’s thesaurus
brushing our moulting cat
radio news
bang bang .. help help
an earthquake
a thought came to me
in the shower of your words
i wondered also
well hot dog
unable to sleep
i count motorbikes
hot hot hot
we have tried every chair
the cat and i
