All Around

Walking
Round this town
Seeing those people

Poems waiting
These buildings
Places old
New
Poems
Waiting
This shop
Full of poems
Waiting for ink
Its dusty edged window
A stanza at least
And cobbled streets
Paved paths
Flagstone square
Tarmac road
Poems all
And staring up
Up at those clouds
Clouds of poetry
As I turn
And walk home
Not a word will be written