on the dark lake
a feather with wings
mutely bobs by

all evening that ubiquitous housefly

mid-morning
bright dewdrops cling
to the washing line

still evening

the 3 D chorus

of the grey seal

crowded exhibition
an ill-at-ease enters
Monet’s garden
(after Monet)

 

in a bare tree

a woodpigeon plumped up

and preening

bus shelter…

dropped litter makes public

a family of faces