30 March 2015

ache


the mind making a short inventory the parts of me that do not ache
 

BST


needing all the sleep i can get even clocks conspire against me
 

lenten rose


lenten rose a scattering of nectaries on shiny white tiles
 

pegs


tipping rainwater from the tub of pegs
 

dog


again the dog comes in from the garden covered in bark chips
 

buddleia


on a high ledge at the empty house a buddleia grows
 

crick


a crick in my neck hazard tape wound around the faulty streetlight
 

waxing moon


waxing moon the news a friend is concealing beneath her coat
 

pheasant


hearing pheasant seeing crows a rustling breeze
 

what's left


what's left in the wine bottle the ticking of an unseen clock
 

jangle


spring sunlight in my pocket a few coins jangling
 

15 March 2015