air show 

the little girl in her pram

yawning

 when her grandson

starts talking astrophysics 

nanna nods mmm mmm

 wild fires

the escape velocity

of numbers

so subtle

the early turnings 

almost imagined 

 trapping

the fly in the restaurant 

toilet

horsefly splat!

here’s the sting

it’s my blood

 

 his portrait 

has something beyond something

there you are

 a magpie sharing

the sparkle of my eye

within its eye

 i often find myself in a book shop

 lavender 

floating on the breeze

of her passing

 on top of that

some things are surreal 

we realise 

 cool dusk

there they are! there they are!

baby bats