the leaf street sweeper

ignores the insisting wind

the stones stay silent 

cat whiskered sunshine

staring at the wren that has 

already flown

love at first dance

the power of pheromones

time indifferent

Bukowski dying

He wrote it all down for me

I wrote this for him

The rain is bouncing

Sea me see I am the sea

Tides turn and tides turn

eagles spy sparrows

sparrows spy eagles sky high

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escalating screams

escalating screams

hanging down up on the wind

the gulls' tears cascade

When you lose your voice,

where do the lost voices go?

Where? Speak up, speak up!

Sparrow with a piece

of frosty grass and a leaf

A Spring in his step

Chatting on the bus

sees our routes through life entwined

We get off lightly

the ambivalence

of petal pages, borrowed

for a time from time

in the lantern light

of a mince pie carol boy

night of Christmas eve