Wednesday, February 14, 2018


sun went in

all the lake birds

flew away


04.02.18 

seed potatoes

Picasso eyes looking

in all directions


03.02.18 

glimpsed through a

flapping tunic of cloud

Orion's midriff


02.02.18 

while I'm working

it plays with the breeze

that little plastic bag


02.02.18 

rolls into the post hole

silver sphere turns out

to be a woodlouse


02.02.18 

they flit across sunlit

roof tiles not birds but

the shadows of birds


02.02.18 

coffee in bed

someone else's morning

unlocked with a bleep


02.02.18 

bright sun

sandbag like

a seal pup


25.01.18