as we fight

at the lights - 

galahs on the wire

street light light

held tight

morning fog

i dreamt

sardine sandwiches

for everybody

came to visit -

sun and bird song

push through closed curtains

fog loiters

over the wetland

till lunch time

fog filled valley

fog filled head

vivid sky aloft

arresting the city

the forest..

the moon tonight

a fallow field

as yesterday

the kite hovers

pleasantly surpassing

my expectation-

this sardine sandwich

over the dew

this winter -

the fox bolts

this country stroll

on and on

until it ends

still pools

in the rocks - rounded stones

                         in my pocket

as i wait

trains come and go

until i go

smoke from

tobacco fires

mingle on the roof