Going the wrong way

Going the wrong way,
she realised and looked both
flustered and amused.

Faces of the old

Faces of the old
men in the park warn me to
slow down. Just faces.

Wonky running tracks

Wonky running tracks;
crop circles; suggested by
the lawnmower trails.

Trying on shoes, I

Trying on shoes, I
look up, meet the gaze of the
world's calmest baby.

Too tired today

Too tired today,
I take a holiday from
the bank holiday.

Quiet part of town

Quiet part of town:
tram rounds a bend, vanishes
as if we dreamt it.

A glancing header

A glancing header,
two degrees the ball shifts course:
an equaliser.

The CD stops at

The CD stops at
eight and birds and business start:
London's waking song.

I don't expect you

I don't expect you
to take the picture, and so
it turns out OK.

Dragonfly come to

Dragonfly come to
say hello but panicked by
my rush for the train.

This ionised air

This ionised air:
not the work of waterfalls
but dancing candles.

A glow of feeling

A glow of feeling
my body suffice as I
walk past jammed traffic.

The pink glow of the

The pink glow of the
sweet potato I'm peeling
spreads into my grin.

The fireplace receives

The fireplace receives
raindrops down the chimney with
a musical ping.

A silver balloon

A silver balloon
riding the gusts, roams the street
looking for summer.

Late night haiku, just

Late night haiku, just
the light of my computer,
the light in my head.

Like the blank sheet that

Like the blank sheet that
blocks the writer, in silence
the microphone looms.

These summer flowers

These summer flowers'
scent is released by the rain,
wafted by the wind.

On Monday mornings

On Monday mornings
there could be far worse sounds than
these clinking teaspoons.

A cat emerges

A cat emerges,
pauses for an instant, darts
under a parked car.

A bright field of wheat

A bright field of wheat,
unobscured by trees, is a
custard slice of sky.

In the flat you want

In the flat you want
to leave, the clock's second hand
twitches, battery dead.

While I'm cooking, you

While I'm cooking, you
come home from work and smile and
the washed okra gleams.

People on the street

People on the street
come and go all day, but the
car alarm wails on.

Against the city

Against the city,
the jogger up on the park
looks superimposed.

This line is the past

This line is the past
– today all the leaves are green –
this line, the future.

The late night TV

The late night TV
drowned by the tapping of a
moth's wings on the lamp.

East to the Humber

East to the Humber,
westward to the Irish Sea:
this raindrop's options.

Your day off from work

Your day off from work
leaves me just one moment when
I can do some work.

Getting in from work

Getting in from work,
your split-second shock at our
unexpected guest.

Silent house and still

Silent house and still
guitar strings count down the days
to the next popshow.