On my way to buy a morning paper #96

A discarded latex glove
and my mind flips between
man who manages five times a night
and close-coupled gang-bang.

Unflaming June

Another morning
waiting for the weather to be coloured in .

On my way to buy a morning paper #95

Saw a metaphor for the sadness of my MC :

 the sudden wrongness of a never-gonna-fly-again, rain-clogged feather

On my way to buy a morning paper #94

Fringed bunting shadows of lockdown uncut verges
Scattered bright green circumflexes
of sycamore

From my front door

next-door's crimson tulips
maintaining social distance

On my way to buy a morning paper #93

Bullfinch pink
filling for a sandwich
between bullfinch blue hills
and clouds of identical hue.

On my way to buy a morning paper #92

Black wool fingertip
adheres to white-iced windscreen
like Velcro.

Scraping of  windscreen
harsh as rooftop crows.

On my way to buy a morning paper #91

Sky a  morning, dawning conflagration
wider than any seen before
Longer lasting - to the shop and back
with a diversion to the golfcourse stile
to look further to the hills.

Later grey.
Pale grey
All day.
And raining.

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