Thursday, October 1, 2015


overcome by fatigue, i pull the truck off the motorway at cobham and park next to the newly landscaped west pond, home to a thousand bullrushes, and lay me down to sleep on the greensward, waking after thirty minutes to watch a dragonfly flying backwards and glistening

at a bus stop on putney hill, a plane tree has put up hundreds of new vertical shoots and foliage fifty feet above the traffic

and whilst i marvel, and while the bus fails to come up, a stream of confident and rarther posh looking girls emerge from the high school at random intervals, moving briskly to the bus stop and gathering around me ...  smart clothes, nice hair, new hips and thighs ... and they bring with them an invigorating and timely breath of fresh   joie de vivre