a bowl of oranges
in the morning sunshine
autumn's warmth /moi

a small glass please
of gran's potato wine /nd

in the tangle
of crayon squiggles
he claims elephants /jws

dipped candles forming
skin by skin /jws

how moonlight enters
the very marrow
in this bare grove /Kito

I inhale the fragrance
of forgotten memory /moi

* * *

menopausal mum
aligns the beds
magnetically north /nd

a dry well but
moisture in the mossy walls /jws

I cool his shoulders
with après soleil
and kisses /moi

spreading, mounting
the tingle effloresces /nd

first time since you left
unscrewing the bulb
in your room /jws

Dubya and the team
rewrite another page /moi

and these bars...
the thinly woven fabric
of a dream? /nd

over Table Mountain
heaven's river flows /moi

bright as the moon
silver backed sardines
upon the grill /jws

a million puffball spores
dance across my map /nd

* * *

just a rustle
of cigar wrap and
her new whodunnit /moi

the neighbourhood yards
anonymous under snow /jws

one last game of
pitch and toss with florins
and half-crowns /nd

our tom escapes
his veterinarian's date /moi

blossom drift
caught in the open truck
his only cargo /jws

tiny feather on my palm
which breath of wind... ? /nd