There is less to report
if I do not move – grey
backdrops’ll not drag
me out to landscapes
of dog walkers & auld
haunts of woodlands
[which I should – for it
is good for us] – Sip of
tea after my fasting &
time-bent thoughts a
funny-ha cocktail – I’ll
not plan for a lover – I
have discovered such
schemes to be towers
of playing cards – less
robust by my nudges –
they fall with a blown
kiss – perhaps she will
& perhaps she won’t –
my message will float
each day in that place