The Plane Trees Stand In Ugly Rows,
Branches Parted In Pruned Lithotomy,
Vulgar And Naked To The Winter Sky

Mind If I Join You?
The Name’s Johnny Walker.’
He Extended His Hand.
He Was Tall And Gaunt –
Six Foot Something
And Thin As A Pretzel.
‘visiting The Wife.
Poor Old Thing
Had A Fall Last Week.
Mind You,
She’s Pretty Good For 93.’

‘excuse Me, John,
But How Old Are You? ’

This Morning
Fog Clothed
The Street Lights
In Bergman Black And White
Later
At The Hospital
Another Fog
Lifted A Little,
To Reveal
More
Of The You
That Used To Be
Before.
And When I Left You Tonight,
You Remembered To Say
‘drive Carefully.’