See shadow walking
slow bent stiff as if stilted
heads to the shed
in late low morning sun
casts long crooked
shadow of bailiff
odd looking fellow wearing
silly wooly safety hat
Eleven she says:
‘Morning constitutional
To the shed and back…’
*
Phantom bouquet
bonfire smoke insinuates
‘Sneaky trysts at noon…’
Thrilled to bits I don
my invisible purple
Cloak & Dagger