Summer

Didgeridooing
drainpipe after the downpour;
the summer returns.

Too warm

It’s hot everywhere;
there is nowhere anywhere
to go and be cool.

 

Caves rippled with light,
down by the cold northern sea;
I wish I was there.

Road

Cars, lorries, splitting,
tearing the air with noise; I
don’t want to be here.

Past and future

Pieces of railway,
sat proud of the trail, worn smooth
by thousands of boots.

Only three more months
of dodgy dealing and lies;
I wish I were sure.