Dew under footsteps Towards the squat cathedral. Thin blue saints Pigeons coo and flap In the bluebell wood at dawn. Dew under footsteps

Subatomic white noise. Listen. You can hear the shhhh. A siren dopplers in the distance.

Green: the whitelined pitch, a cut emerald under floodlights

Red: the molten blob of sun on an endless Norfolk beach

Black: an oval of espresso on a marble counter top

A tattoo on a forearm: Id est quod id est, homo "It is what it is, man"

A ladybird climbs The hairs on my arm. Lavender buzzes

Madriz es y fue Madriz, siempre, Y forma mi alma, y color mi mente A veces regreto A veces lamento Que el presente es tambien el pasado

To know nothing matters but to decide something does, is all there is and everything.

RIbblehead / quadrilateral fields Sheep shit & diesel on the air Broken barns / a drizzle of midges Over a brown puddle a dragonfly

fox:lightning

Two herons rise. On the swollen hill Two turbines turn

Late summer meadowland Like dried herbs Victorian brick Dank earthfloor Ladybirds And whispers of autumn

Sheep-head / tarn / dry-stone Scree / dale / moorland River-chatter / crag / cloud

Strawberries, cat-paw, petrichor. Sunday 20 July 2025, 9.50am.