Sunday, 31 May 2009


the shadow of a blue bush
falls onto the midday street
like a bag 
full of dancing holes

and I could click
zoom in to capture
or sketch it with a scratching pen
hurrying upon a page creased in my back pocket
from where I lean against the cobble-eyed wall

but it stays clearer 
behind my eye
if I just stop
and look
right now