Oh, there goes Skank-o
– no shirt and a ponytail –
Loving himself sick.
we can’t just sit here all day
while you spin that wheel!
An Indian mynah
alights on a slowing train;
Telemachus cries ‘Car!’
Vapour lifts midges off a field of grass
three small bats circle the streetlight above
four hundred and thirty-two thousand times
with every second squeak a cupful of fledglings
bounces in the nest, releases a fresh shower of mites
on the swarming ant hive below
ferrying foreign objects along one of four paths:
disposal, immediate use
or the open/close, launch and retrieval
of the blue tongue at the end of the garden.