snowy
mountain
pink for a moment
!
low cloud at dawn
I rummage through the trash
for my old slippers
a pile of bricks
and Tracey Emin's knickers
make the cover
heifers on fresh pasture
kicking up their heels
beneath the morning moon
the children
dance a May Pole dance
the coachman starts
a rumour of a tryst
the last few drops
slip quietly from the eaves
we come together
cold fusion hoax row
heading for the courts
open peonies
and Japanese visitors
bowing
a hurried note scrawled
on a paper napkin
beyond the blind
the sound of swallows
gathering to leave
gold in the sunset
a branch laden with fruit |
