The soft tips of a
rabbit’s ears emerge like sails
from meadow-grass waves

The fragility
Of young railway-track flowers
Anchored petals wave

The smell of your coat
In my wardrobe, reminds me
Of our adventures.

Wet trousers billow
Your words dry in my pocket
Dampened dreams whisper

Dozing in armchair
Bare branches scrape the window
Nasal whistle stops