polaroids of soundbites of internal monologues go walking

holly is holding firm
on branches lit
by tired sun
bowing low down
stirring this soup bowl
round

seagull sky clacks out
insistent on union
commuter cars
yo-yo back
to the place where
they've come from

ducks in two flanks flee
on water rippling sapphire
free

bring George and Lennie out
for at least the twelfth time now

ear-muffs and poodles mix
small boy does scooter tricks
green fields in technicolour
rise to anoint this

a drinking swan dabbles on
a slither of cutlass moon
marching like Stansfield
stalking prey in Leon

trapped in this symphony
soothing sphere turning on
dating dependency
trying to hate no one.