3/11/10


A baby seagull, stranded,
Squawks for it's mother....
Little bubbles of dissatisfaction,
Rising to the surface.

Parallel universes collide,

Wonder if anyone would
like to hear from me ?

Wonder ?

Maybe not.



A woman in a services

uniform from the RAF, wrens,
coloured faun, from the 1940's

Stands as an epitaph,
to a generation, lost-
Like a disabled scarecrow,
Not fending off the birds-
Who eat all the corn.