Tremulous

Water crashes down

Startling the poet

Whose heart beats heavy

With the expediency of love

Watching On

One robin

Two pigeons

Is it a stand-off

Or dare they square

How much washing

Can one robin do

With how much patience

Will the pigeon coo

Boxed In

Oh bugger

For no reason

Other than

That the moment has gone

Oh sugar

To please them

Now that

The movement moves on

Oh mugger

To tease one

With snatches of song

Oh slugger

To freeze Sonny Liston

Now Ali has wronged

Gambler’s Synonymous

If this isn’t heaven

Then where might it be

If this is the measure

Then how far out to sea

If the sun on my back

Helps the tall grasses grow

If theirs is the future

Then what might I know

If the roar of the engine

Breaks no calm at all

If light turns to shadow

Then how do the dice roll

Urban Urbane

Direct in line

And all around

For three hundred and sixty degrees

Red bricks and white double-glazed windows

Grey slates and silver wood-burner chimneys

Green trees by greener hedges and bushes

Above

A cotton canopy concertinas

As the wind forcefully replaces the breeze

Ever so silent, silent now

I wait for the grey clouds

Watch the peace slowly pass by