upside down
she waits
for gymnastics

evening sunshine
the horse tugs
at the hay bale

faster than me
cloud shadows scud
along the highway

posh suburb
the station rat slams
straight into my shoe

(Gospel Oak, mid nineties)

day off work
the telesales calls
never ending

pickpocketing
the ten pound note
vanishes when I wake

dead of night
the sound of a plane
going who knows where