…

even in the even’

after afternoon

      sooner than you shrink

      thinking of atoms

splitting like pyjamas

sleeping in banana skins

      ants in the pants

      of the breath we catch

twenty two starlings

murmurations, baby

      sweetcorn & carrots

      dangle like icicles

tricycles, bicycles

spin the unspoken

      nodes in a notebook

      the train is like a brain

streams between spanners

& bolts from the stable

      courses for horses

      & waves on the see

where the air turned

is back before back

      scratch another itch then

      with a phoenix feather

…