as eyes seize it
a fly
visits a flower
i walk past
many mirrors
deep in the garden’s darkness
a thousand dawns
the chairs
where no one sits
aging quietly
why is my shadow black
when all my thoughts are coloured
by your presence
the bus
on battersea bridge
forever returning
purrp purrp
many sparrows arrive
in the plum tree
the little bud
does not know
that leaves fall
turning over
between the covers
sweet dreams
my child discovers
her secret garden
the cat i belong to
drinks from the red watering can
in the greenhouse
summer
street dinning
in bristol
june morning
ten thousand violas
turn to face the sun
on a cat cushion morning in june
bloody fool
running up the hill
i fell over
