Reflection in a Shop Window

I am looking at my reflection in the window of a shop

The shop is one of two shops on the pier

It is closed at present

But retains its seasonal display

 

Although my face is largely shielded by my camera

It betrays my disobedience quite clearly

I have no right to be here in this coastal town

As my home is far away with you

 

 

Sleeping in Exile

I have been unwell for a few day’s now

It is nothing serious but it has laid me low

I am stretched out on my bed

With only a sheet covering me

Do you remember the hot summers of our youth

When we used to spend our days swimming in the rivers

Which were then less polluted than they are now