beyond the picket fence
the saplings rise grey
as your eyes
whites as white as polar bear
a cartoon flicked
shadow over light
slowed down
floor boards. thought in shorthand.
absence. loss. decay.
we have nothing more to go by.
more absent than present
dots in paper
when you are away.
ticker tape
I think you are
sycamore seed
honey field
a book about birds
english birds
with 57 colour plates.
In the lane
someone smiles
with half of your look.