Now she's left with Saturday
Early November
As if it was a feeling
An easy wish
A dream of a kiss
If only dusk was healing

A river runs because we say it's so
That water clings to the Earth
That's also true
We know so
We say so

Magpies Scuffle

Where is the merman this year?
Perhaps he's at the north pool
Gazing on lucky drakes
That never seem to feel the cool
Gliding as the chill breaks
And shaking him from fear

Merman

Those finest ribbons of autumn
Have spun out from
The winched rope that's pinging
The daredevil
Over the blue Irish Sea
By and by
That lovely Friday
Had us chuckling both
As the gloop of our shadows stretched

Blue Irish Sea

With compass and brass
Some like to ask us, a question
Open or close?
Select the emoji
Expect we're confused
The gleam of gaming devices with news
Like that could keep you and I enthused

Significant Household

Into the Tranmere light we emerge
Nobody owns it
Ecstatic in February
Sweethearts dapple the precinct
A boy, full-faced and happy
Steps up on deck in wonder
Lit partly, the Mersey

Upper Deck

The art of being happy
All along
Is nurtured quietly in the reality
Of love
How could we read your eyes
Or make sense of your pre-fixed voices?
Happily now we dance in the morning
Beyond your jaded measure we sing

The Art Of Being Happy

Racing on the pavements
Burbling like cars
Tumbling like seagulls
In the marauding wind
Though you're only floating in the shallows
Do you realise you can rise over and above
Their empty offerings of praise?

In The Shallows

Dadoo

And life goes on
Catch the train, get in the car
Cycle through your tasks appointed or chosen
But definitely know this
We are living before the lens

Before The Lens

She is poised
To dance on top of time
All their caring noise could never crush that
Outside, the searing light
City sunscape, sublime

Slip Differential

Hawthorn trees gripping the hillside
Don't stop wondering why
When we feel we are never-ending
We are truly human
Parkour still played streetside

Don't Stop Wondering Why

Raised on distant risk, not yet taken
Beside the river where nine swans bob and tack
The rhetoric of a grey-green obelisk
In another town, a market cross
Removed, repurposed
Somehow aptly marking the failure of trade

Spomenik

Sleep still comes
As if talking by a river
Falling fast quicksilver
Wake in the morning
Your smile retained

Breaking The Weakest Heart

Humour, one
Temper, tone
Maintain, allude
Brain, mood 
Function, form
Abstraction
Linger
Don't miss
Kiss

Corporeal

Second summer
Do we embrace and hold fast
Attached at last
In love?
In this second summer

Second Summer

I've pinged many missives your way
Your occasional return
Falls neat
in the ad court
Metaphors drift each day

Soulful Noel

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