as eyes seize it
reading the poets
to become the poet
i am not
the photographed blossom will never fall for you
another handful
of broken shells and sand
- nanna please
crops grown under plastic bags
crops sold in plastic bags
- walking the dog
multicoloured
footballers on a saturday morning
under a blue sky
and as we arrived
at the mystery his words
he was gone
slowly at nightfall
the bay takes on the shape
of ten thousand lanterns
the sun cat
sitting under a sage bush
looks very wise
march winds
the shadow of the rotary line
strokes the grass cat
bedroom window
the burden of waiting
for the budding
prayers of a falcon
following its scream
across the lonely
across the lonely river
follow its scream
