city on the rise
golden trees in autumn’s hold
sky breathes quiet clouds

this ring eternal
flows like fresh mountain rivers
around stone fingers

do you remember?
the twenty-first night of sept–
oh no, kernel vuln

date night, pisco sour
al pastor, modelo, cactus
dishes far from home

visiting parents
the gaps get longer, did they
always look this way?

a soft tortilla
delivers warm breakfast
to a hungry mouth

howls and yelps
strange things on summer nights
man or beast

soaked shirts and wet hair
the damp masses flow to work
a second shower

i don’t need –
artifical intelligence
dad knows everything

claret and blue, like
the river, out in the street
dancing in the dark

inhale, exhale,
inhale, take the slack, and lift
personal best

sweat drips, sheets cling
the heat of the night, too high
unbearable

petrichor, lingers
wet concrete, dry air
a storm has passed

cloudless sky, blue
a warm breeze, a gentle touch
summer’s first day

plump damsons, sweet jam
a cooling yoghurt to mix
summer breakfast

pumpkins, and fireworks
crunch! autumn leaves underfoot
time to meet a crab

some high protein flour
olive oil, salt from the sea
crumbs, joy, shared with love

converted kopi tiam
fine dining under train tracks
please, more chilli crab

scent of petrichor
old umbrellas are raised up
the british weather

wisteria in bloom
a changing of the seasons
purple fades to blue

the heat at zenith
children laugh loudly outside
ah! a cold pale ale

shorts and bikinis
the clear azure overhead
socially distanced

sweat streaming down skin
now, no respite is forecast
a thirst for body heat