3rd floor in Kirkwall

Sky sweeps from blue
to bruise
via rainbow.
Wind crashes like an accident
across the angled roofs.

On my way to buy a morning paper #90

Two dog walkers
How did I know they were not a couple?
She talked too loudly, an anecdote.
He looked at her, now and then, as she spoke
more alert than a husband, more looking as if to see
not already knowing what came next

Akarurie coffee stop

TinTin face - eyebrows and orange face - of  a camo-legginged lesbian
And an energetic not-yet-toddler feeling his feet.

On my way to buy a paper #89

Puddles, hole-punched-edges
Pills of May blossom
forced from the middle
by the force of the rain

Improvement?

Double-glazing
dulls dawn chorus
double the reflection of the moon.

On my way to buy a morning paper #88

Low, early morning sun
makes chain mail of an ivy-covered fence.
Suburban defence.

On my way to buy a paper #87 (or, Assimilation; quickness of the brain undeceives the eye)

Silhouetted agitation
emerging from the footpath on the left
becomes limbs
people
children running
from mischief?
no, one adult one child
abduction?
no, father early morning running
with his daughter.

From out of nowhere

After lunch, deciding to come upstairs, I glanced at the kitchen clock.
'Quarter to two' I said to myself.
And immediately heard the 'bing-a bong, bing-a bong' which followed those three words
on 'Listen with Mother'
which I doubt I have done since 1952.

Eating out in Adelaide

Table tilted twixt pavement and the street.  Trams hoot and judder behind. In front a parade intent on Saturday night, from posh to poverty. Gentleman's Club video plays behind tinsel-haloed angel-winged passer by and Abo intent on stealing serviettes is arm-locked and tumbled to the floor. Twice.

Bar in Darwin's Mitchell Street

"Two pints of Fifty Lashes. please."

"Pints? Big glasses?" Barmaid indicates with hands apart. Takes one from depths of storage to show us.
"Yes", we nod, mildly bemused.