5 a.m.

I dislike double glazing

for never allowing me

a clean view of the moon.

Deceitful:

The nearness of the slim C sliver of the story-book moon;
the non-slip surface of the night-black tarmac.

and I've never liked spearmint since

Half a moon,
half a sixpence:
a silver threepenny bit,
spent when I was six
on a hitherto untasted spearmint ice lolly

On my way to buy a morning paper #8

Semi-circle moon above my head
bleeding brightness
onto a blue-grey blanket.

Regret

White moon high on blue
a perfect circle in the western sky
and I am sad I did not see it rise
full gold, on black, last night