Too bad heavy day, frown and sigh, we watch
Thick marmaladen flies circle
Pure white perfect dove’s egg nesting in sea
green potted purple heather lavender
surrounded by grubby pink, limp bloomers,
purple legs and arms like Matisse dancers.
A hoverfly, pauses for a butcher’s,
but soon Dakotas off to pastures other –
The wasp on the chocolate brown bacolite
radio had advised so over breakfast.