Hail! these electric spiders

storming over the sky,-

soft tinkles of window glass

mosquitos

familiar songs in my ears,

and yet another hits

- this time it's my neck

back to the sunset

the song of the blackbird

in the sunflower field

Tour de France

It wouldn't be summer without Le Tour and two days ago the cyclists mounted their trusty steeds in Monaco. They are now cycling through Provence in the direction of Marseilles and will cross into Spain and arrive in the beautiful city of Barcelona. From there the route will take them up into the Pyrenees and back into France...and that's just the first week. In three weeks time they will arrive in Paris. It's a great event, and I love it. I'm following it on TV but I've been fortunate enough to have seen it live in the Alps a couple of times. Let's hope that the doping controls work effectively again and that any cheats are swiftly caught. Chapeau!

the bicyle race
through the sunflower fields,
the shadows on the road

Indian Communication

an orange envelope,
twelve roses and a heron°
air mailed from Dhanbad



°in reality a crane

walking around the town

there are places where tourists are guided and other places they have to find for themselves, assuming they have the time and inclination to explore our great cities


in the underground train station

the open case

the same old song


in the main shopping street

the paper coffee cups

and the gold and copper coins


two drunks slur and shout

over somethin' and nothin'

found in the litter bin

four days of rain

so yellow now the linden tree

perfume on her breath

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summers come and go
the bard goes up the mountain
the faraway peaks

picture postcards
with glimpses of summer -
fly to faraway places





(view of Tenby, S Wales)