red i dared 

to call the morning harvest

dew on the windfalls

 wet afternoon 

sorting old buttons

on a circular rug

 grasshopper 

why are you in my shoe

wings on heels

 a ticket 

in the lottery of life 

marked death

 the music

through my fingers

smoothes the cat

 new arm chair 

the cat and i 

find a solution

 a pauper’s grave 

no one there to say a word

or to bear witness

 in the lavatory 

a poet is telling siri 

take a note

 the seagulls flock

gathering campylobacter 

from the rubbish tip

 always make time for the time of your life 

 a very rich man

the mountebank selling dreams

has a golden smile

 dawn

above the stone circle

and for a moment