She caught my eye

She caught my eye

and threw it back.

I blinked

blind-sided

and caught out.

Reading fiction on the train

Reading fiction on the train

Through one frame an unreachable

world skims pastwards, speed images

stasis, a plane pinned motionless

to sky, a man embalmed in smoke

poised on his doorstep, travelling

on the myth that destination

is boarded with beginnings, films

watched backwards, having read the book.

Tactile paving

Tactile paving is, no doubt,

of benefit to those with partial sight

and pitiless on us with gout.