The Night-Time One, Thanks.


The clouds and the bricks

And the bag-strap

Table moving

Dancing words on the pages


Coming back

Pins in the roof

Printed bags,

perhaps my socks,

I could wear them

with your invisible words


Today could’ve been a bad day

But it was a very good one

Everyone proves me wrong

And I’m so glad.


Everything happens around

The buses I catch.