Senryū 17 Jun 2018

That staccato click

Shattering morning stillness:

High heels on sidewalk.

Sight and Sounds

Noisy Docklands denizens

Heralding their new found riches

Like so many frigate birds

Fighting over ample fishes.

For Scooj… In Passing.

Somewhere, below, lies

Bristol, famed for it’s street art;

An ever-changing

Desert of stone walls, stencils,

Spraycans, and wheat-paste,

Chronicled by one poet,

And honored by another.

Where? When?

Like Schrödinger’s cat

I exist in quantum flux

Time and distance merge

Between Here and There

Between sea and sky

Between clouds and nothingness

A moment of peace