Sunday 19th May


The swimmer talks with a fast mouth,
About numbers,
And people in water,
To his rainbow wife,
Who slaps her leg habitually as she speaks,
It has nothing to do with anything,
As mashed avocado arrives,
“I lost my stride”,
She said,
Selecting silver weapons,
From a gleaming selection,
Delivered with efficiency
In a dance of Black & White


Thursday 16th May


You set the alarm off last night,
I woke to the sound of laughter,
Everything is better than I thought it would be,
Two dogs in the kitchen,
The smell of bacon memories,
Holidays in caravans by the sea,
One for you and one for me