lunch on tuesday

Early morning walks into town,
dreaming up trivial errands:
elaborate excuses to
cross the
river.

piecing
together the
fragments of experience
that will create
a complete
whole

when
what looks
like the perfect
chair appears on the
horizon, it’s the action of
sitting down in it that
determines if it’s
the right
one.

Although
we weren’t
able to uncover
that for which we
set out looking, we discovered
that we had been searching for
plum scones at Byron’s Lodge all along.

Grooves left on the
retinas by the
afterimages of
postwar
neon
are deeper
than those left
by the light itself.

what
beautiful things
we can muster
when we put
our minds
together

It wasn’t easy
to find
you….

Let’s
not misplace
each other again!

who are you
trying to
impress?

nibbling
at sandwiches
in the churchyard
because we believe we
should be hungry when
really we just
want to
talk

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