FOOTSTEPS
Stormy weather;
Inside the wood
All the bluebells
Still silent.
WALK HOME
Sitting inside
A sixty year old
Concrete pillbox
Sheltering from the rain
Searching his pockets
For aspirin.
FOREPLAY
I'm sorry
I slept in
This morning.
Last night,
The horizon seemed
So much further away.
DAY PLANNER
Midwinter morning-
Northern industrial town.
Some of us see the soot,
Others catch the snowflakes.
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