Sea Urchin

Poems

Delinquent

You said there’s crime In these streets, and I think It may be me – kicking cans At your bicycle in the rain,
Cherry

It rained on sunday morning

I coloured in your life line in pink. Your resistance was soft limbed, You ruffled my hair. We watched the river burst its banks and flow into Thomas’s field

Engraving

Sky scratches, White lines carved into eternity Like plane trails.