I stop for gardens

pausing before a house
a patrol car happens by
watching me
case the spinach

bird spit

wetted
by a single bird
high on the wires
with inordinate aim
she felt herself selected

morning city

A fast morning walk
adds swing to the day

The people are mostly in their houses,
(their cars, their businesses, their schools)
Out here it’s just me and the birds
a few stray gardeners
or old walkers
we greet like friends