on the phone
he says 'but I hate talking
on the phone'

last day of summer -
a young rat explores
the rose garden

Charing Cross
a pigeon coming in to land
goes round again

white birds
on the water's surface -
sewage works

Tomorrow I'm going to the launch of this rather special new book.

traces

that black and white picture
with a torn corner
that scratchy recording
with a catch in the voice
she didn't leave -
he didn't leave -
anything
except for this

torrential rain
on the poet going through
a dry spell