Community Service (aros 7)

The siren goes. The waiter puts down his pad and takes off his apron. Two men running across the road, tearing off green supermarket shirts as they go. The schoolmaster rolls up on his bike. Here's the postman, the real estate agent,  the builder.  City folk, holiday-makers, stand and stare, open mouthed, as the fire engine emerges. This is community service.

Blue Cheese (aros 6)

 

                                                        




                                                      
                                               if the moon
                                               really was made of cheese

                                               it'd be blue

                                                        
                                               dark craters that smell of decay

Dead Fish (aros 5)

When a fish dies
there's a look of bewilderment
in its eyes.

Croquet (aros 4)

Way down there there's a hoop. Small and very narrow. This ball... this red ball that's my ball... it'll never reach it, will it?

Heron (aros 3)

Heron in flight -
what a sight

Stones (aros 2)

Pike River mine workers - twenty-nine stones
twenty-nine homes

New Year Baby (aros 1)

I'm participating in the 'river of stones' project for January... see link in my side bar. This is my first 'small stone'.


A young man showed me his new baby today. Tiny, it lay cradled in his arms. Wrapped in shop bought blanket against the sea breeze it clung to his finger. The young man beamed. Bare feet, surfer shorts, sun-bleached hair. No more than a baby himself.