on the river

of the rotating bridge

thoughts go sailing by

 rotating

two twigs in a vase

every day

 dusk

a seagull

turns into an owl

 who owns the tunnel

through the trees 

i ask the raindrops 

 on the other side

mid summer has turned

my heart aches for you

 somewhere 

out there in the dark

is the wind

 dew

the cat’s paw prints 

take my hand

 leaf on the road to

disabusing modernism’s

Eden

 they were four brothers

dressed in their khaki best

a photo to kill for

wind in the flowers

the many sounds of colour

so moving

 turning a twig

another thought comes to me

as the music flows

 he sang song thrush and

all these many miles away

i knew