On my way to buy a morning paper #54

Three woollen-hatted men,
Two awaiting lifts,
Third out to walk his well-wrapped brindled hound.
Their football conversation around the red brick pillar
steaming upwards into the frosty air.

On my way to buy a morning paper #53

Rain-washed red jelly-babies
Imitating tiny turds

On a weekend with writers

Had our feet left on the floor the silvery trails our words wove in the air the pattern would've been filigree.