This view of the cliffs.
A passing cloud.

A scattering of yellow paint.
A pink feather on the wire.

When your telephone makes noise.
The bee. The ladies in a row.

Neon orange sprinkles.
The back of a statue in early spring.

A cracked kettle.
We’ve done the wrong thing.

Rocks behaving so neatly.
Rocks behaving so badly.

A regularly observed passerby.
A grey blue.

The graveyard in the morning.
Some things you lose so slowly.

This seemingly spontaneous
and private moment.