Looking up
from the queue of traffic --
snow on Gilstead Moor........... fs

the road is empty
I crane my neck for guests......... jd

the door opens
to a tumbling of hands
carrying bottles............ jm

sitting in the launderette
watching my mind turn over.......... sq

another month
change the calendar --
something new............. js

"She stays on the wall."
says the garage foreman ............. dp

engines hum
breezing past
a vision in pink.............. js

the panther slides
stalking its prey........ sm

spring morning
the kitten sniffs
snail trails.......... sq

children on pogo sticks
fill the street................. fs

a new batch
of Cadbury's cream eggs
appear in the corner shop............... gr

plans for trysts
begin to hatch........... jb

behind hotel blinds
the shy lover
neatly folds his clothes........ sq

he learns her features
with light touches........... jm

the test pilot
turns and loops around
the crescent moon............. fs

Calais Croissant --
they're so much nicer in France...... js

on the quayside
wilting red tulips await
refrigerated transport ....... jb

as the mountains darken
coloured light rings the bay.......... sq

a bell chimes
the smell of frying
at dusk.................. jb

outside a phone box
a teenager puffing a fag.......... js

summer special
steams by the seaside
with bulging doors........... sm

sleeping bags
in the airport lounge.......... gr

he reaches out
and lazily embraces
the litter bin............ fs

evening breeze is too weak
to cool caresses................... jm

the house
blown across the street
by the hurricane................. gr

wasted timber
fuels the night watch jb

visitors throng
the art gallery
escaping the cold............. js

bobbing behind the heads
no chance for a look-in ........ dp

from a dark cloud
Phoebe's nose
glows..................... fs

Rudolf is in training
for his big night............ gr

the crowd roars
at the impact
of glove on flesh............. jm

in a back room
notes change hands........... dp

front bench
business as usual
trading insults.......... js

editor holds front page
"I need a crisis.".............. jb

yesterday's leader
shaped with scissors
in a paper flower................. fs

a white crocus
cups the first bright sun............... jm

Written at Bingley, England. February 17, 1996