Of late I have begun to think that my camera is haunted

As it takes photos randomly and without my attention

These photographs bear no relation to each other

And are spoiled by appears to be erratic white marks

My camera has been thoroughly checked by a professional

It is in perfect working order and needs no known repair


On The Line

Of late I have begun to have identical dreams

I am on a railway platform on a misty autumn morning

In each dream the same people catch a train

Alice and the identical twins and Frank who will leave soon

Yet I am not greeted as if I am a ghost but I exist

As my days when I open my eyes are quite normal