Home Again

Well home again, home again, to inside plumbing and walls without zips,
grey skies and drizzle. Boo-hoo! Still looking forward to catching up with everyone,
for now some poems and hopefully some pictures to follow

Moonstruck

Moon milk festoons
The dark shoves a man in
Gravel rattles
Sun flowers
Moonstones

Close Up

The patter of the base line
Taps the foot of the golden boy
Who once clasped my thumb
With hands the size of walnuts

I smile at his blundered French
Eyes locked in the slender girl
Neither speak the others language
But both understand

Leaning across

He breathes her like expensive
Perfume, a gesture, both desperate
To look cool, teasing-clowning
Held rigid

in another universe

Almost a kiss apart, they wake
As if caught, Children again
She smiles and steals his hat
A lumbering puppy and a dancing gazelle