Songs of Love and Transport

Minute clips are lacking
              I long to hear entirety
like Hats for the first time

Entirety like Raworth's
              Collected or Carver's knowing
there’s no more to follow
              Morning traffic

easing past eight after dropping
              at JLA with High expectation
blowing kisses at up escalators

at disappearance smart
              at gaps left time difference
voice recognition shivers sent
              through stumbling

recollection padded sound
              from when you
looked out across the motorway
              towards home

In love we are all the same