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