lying
on my breast
a friend's baby falls asleep
at last
my lungs breathe again
under her frail unmoving
features
the journalist
has frozen the deserted
streets
Christmas truce
light, this morning
on the station benches
a few jolts
the train gets started
two teenagers laugh
theatre workshop - they rehearse
the drowning, doubled up
with laughter
my hand flat on your back
trembles in the dark
the sound of rain
five rays of the star
clipped onto her shirt
a coat belt
questions
the pavement
Main road - a child sitting
leans over a drunk
way down the Eiffel Tower
the full moon
all lit up
they visit the black hole
from new Pompeii |