Screen_shot_2017-12-05_at_08.50.24by Patrick Howse25 Apr 2017

Red squirrels run
The length of the street
Without touching the ground,

And above the crow-
Topped trees a building
Shines in sunset gold.

Reflected hot windows
Screen the glinting people
Living part-lives exposed:

I know the colour
Of their underwear,
But their voices are strangers.

I stand mute in my
Still purple shadow's
Deepening darkness.