The Age of Hastings

When I pass a gallery
I am always
Reminded of marzipan

Life Class
the
gallery
held
a
naked
viewing

the
richly
costumed
subjects
watched
us
with
interest

Chinese Fading

I always see the figurative in your abstract work

Crystal Snow

She had had her revenge

All the roads

Have been changed to rivers

Although soaked

I continued reading Tagore

Nutmeg

We

Have

All

Witnessed

Nutmeg

Dust

But

We

No

Longer

Taste

It

Blind Outlaws

When raiding banks

I always admire

The blind outlaws