Outside

Me and Alice have tea

with balloons

       red pink green

tied by tinsel

       to bone

My walls are flat black toffee like Persian carpets

The oak tree

       (stumps for cricket)

the parkland and the buildings

are now miles of grey


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Sitting I

Waves smash this jut of rocks
this jagged triangle
I'm at the tip, sea level
breathing spray

It was a dawn call
a short walk to the beach
a tricky clamber
a flat stone to rest on

I'm working thoughts over and over
making myself concentrate
then letting go
Just like the rocks and the spray



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