Eight Poems

Auditorium

A Schubert sonata is walking in a small garden
backwards and forwards,
it sometimes turns quite unexpectedly
to watch a snail assaulting some leaves,
knowing as it does both the sweet sky and aerial warfare.


Softness

You walked at the bottom of a sea of beeches,
breathing the thick water or swimming in air.


A Bulletin from The Bureau of Bad Advice

If all you can find to do is rehearse
the failings of neoliberal economics, while
walking softly in a grove,
...