shingle waves
pushing and pulling
unrequited
words fade away
with trees into the mist
a tear falls
the cat
thinks twice
jumps once
police box
we tiptoe past
the blue light
rain
the street lights
of november
over the sea
under the sky
who owns the horizon
hair by hair
the morning sun
captures the cat
pebble
with a sun in it
sitting on the beach
to find a pearl
takes a lot of diving
mother
the day hangs
beautiful in the absence
of everything
first meeting
pretension’s mirror
shattering
