1
dishevelled memoirs of an evening
left in low tide
in the still damp
sand. The table
is a beach where bonfires
raged last night --
awash, undrifting,
loose and relaxed --
the remnants.
2
nothing but the morning fragment:
bloated clouds cough up
their innards,
scatter them in flakes
of snow as dun
as their thickened lungs.
These are frozen
cloudbits dropping
in the fog
of their breathing.
3
broken cities
ruined across the landscape:
last night's festive blurb
in evidence in kitchens.