indulgent weekend
defrosting the fridge -
heatwave

with just a casual
movement of my hand
thoughtlessly
I conjure up
a painful memory

evening sun
on the war memorial
fading graffiti

wanting
and not wanting
to know
how the story
ends

Flat To Let
my neighbours phone
rings on unanswered

golden iris
coming into bloom -
the sultry heat

tiny spider
crossing a white wall
from left to right
however carefully I watch
I can't tell what it means

an afternoon
of ghosts and memories -
the screams of swifts

at the end
of another working day -
a balmy night

low sun
a child throws dust
into the fountain

no hopes, no plans
just these feet
on summer grass

the wren -
much smaller
than it's song

three roses
tinged with apricot
this wanting