lunch on tuesday

Dinner and cocktails with
these particular friends
give me
ideas….

Last I knew, you
were taking a
course in
photography.

wars
armies, forces,
states, countries, nations,
allies, enemies,
legions, units, troops,
soldiers, grandpas
dads

don’t
ask me
about the what
when it’s the
why that
weighs.

Grimm reports that beans have black seams
because a distant ancestor of our
modern beans laughed so hard
at her friends’ misfortunes
that she needed
stitching back
together.

Well,
my beans
must have been
laughing very hard indeed;
instead of thin black seams,
they are wearing big black patches.
I wonder what they found so funny…?

waking up and wondering whether
it’s courgette or zucchini
in the time-zone
where I
am.

mesmerised
by the
alternating cycles of
orders dispensed by devices
of our own making:
“you may walk”,
“you must
stop”.

have
you ever
fallen in love
with a telegraph machine?

When nighttime escorts the tourists
back to their hotels,
the anonymous pedestrians
of Swidnicska
continue
walking
and remembering
those who disappeared
when martial law was
declared on 13 December 1981.

To
each couple
who locked a
lock onto the rails
of Most Tumski and then
threw the key into the Oder:
thank you for causing us to dream!