Miracles

Fuchsia I hear the public toilets are closed you make faces when you clean the sand out from between your toes Boxing crosses boundaries so does fighting with your shadow

Young sap scrapping in the middle of the square

Quare ones feast their beads until they are partially full

Yellow blinds are drawn

Kitchen knives are melted down into coins

And there is one for every member of the rabble

Loneliness is part of living

I shall run from it no more

Your attitude is unforgiving

And when I sneer you seem to like me more

Drinking in the milk of the sun