as eyes seize it
a story in braille
fingers raising goosebumps
to be continued …
brushing the seeds
have a good day i say
prickly heat
shower
for emerging sea
use only
passing
a wisp of mist
going home
when they ask of him
then we will surely say
he swam against the tide
they say an old friend
is in intensive care
both doors open
a breeze stirs my thoughts
on this hot day
a return ticket
on the bus of past times
the bell rings twice
unbroken
on the thin morning air
a boys choir
ubiquitous
the word is
everywhere
lay here beside me
as this field of poetry
blossoms
heatwave
on this rare damp morning
a broken promise
