The bin by the bus stop

wasn't bursting to the brim

& the bakers had a symbolic queue

of 2,

the birds they sang of Spring

then other chirpy feathery things

as last night's rainfall in the river

obeyed the valley - flowed on through.





A Libran nearly sneezed

as the chimneys smoked freely

unblocked by stuck burglars

or dark Satanic soot,

this is conspiracy

the calm before the treachery

the seeds of deceit

shit, something's afoot

...