I eke out a poem
For a future reading
A few moments pleasure
Misleading
A few years hence
Remembered treasure
Butterflies
Feathers in the garden
The first August of the summer
Friends
Who now have travelled
Upwards and onwards
Cleaning out
Clearing out
All of your ghostly cobwebs
Glorious Goodwood
With Frankie Dettori’s Ouija Board
A winner for almost all, and for you
The firmest of firm favourites
To win by just the upturn
Of an upturned nose
On the statue
Did you hear the soldier's
Unfortunate cheer
A few moments before
He'd shouted Delores
As the night’s ways mused on