just in

Sonnet (Sunday)

pink prawns in a pot

words won’t come
it happens
(meaning it doesn’t

the voices from the garden across the road

(would you call a child "Armani"?)

tomato salad
garlic, onion and olive oil
summer lunch

this garden so full of flowers the names of which
I do not know

“a line you sometimes use

not to draw a likeness …
… but to find out what it is one sees”