Words on the Way

Clouds swan-down on breeze
speed-limit redundant
when the sky is so blue
i go slow, don't rush
(at least until the risk of a library fine
makes me step up my pace...)

Black-headed gull
stalls in frosted air
caught by the possibility
of breakfast down below



 
Imposing, majestic -
i round the corner to arrive in the Grassmarket
turning from student into tourist
- after 20 years in this city this view still impresses
volcanic crag, regally topped and tailed









I am my shadow
sun shadow-maker
railings pierce me
clouds shadow-eater