I leave you – back there – a dozen miles away 

A journey of great length – 

Hours till we meet...

I had greatness thrust upon me

When I came to Plat du Jour

I would not have laid odds on me...

Strange summers, sometimes, heavily imbued

With music of uncertain pitch, have come

As we have laboured in the luxury...

In void cloudless afternoons

With dust on kerbs, trees weary with the sun

I thought of things, things I might do...

Frustration dogs my days. There’s not one thing

That I would do that does not stand in doubt.

As if some grinning demon cast a ring...

If I had time and money 

I’d take you on a cruise

But lack of cash ain’t funny...

We fall out sometimes 

And make up and kiss

I put it in rhymes...

Creeper and ivy, gay bluebells

Norman nesting under trees

Emergent buds, the gnome that tells...

Daylight is my Friend

To see your dear dear face...

I strode home through the rec

A fine wintry evening, one star alight

And a lonely plane, in the dimmed blue sky...