~

facing the grey ( yerg eht gnicaf )

…

fluff stuck on velcro

the mystery of fluff

– where does it waft from

& what’s their agenda?

is fluff dust

& a cousin of lint?

( mizzle-mist spits

bits of the river )

brown cows moo

as the west sun sets

– nothing funny happened

on the way to the fayre

leaves on the pavement

litter in a hedge

yesterday’s papers

dumped in a layby

all is a jigsaw

when will it sing?

– time slides sideways

watching the cobwebs

facing the grey

as the multiverse blooms

locus in focus

eat my minutiae

…