Julie McElhone #24 a lamb does not bleat at a lion

I keep to my side of the street

you in a cafe window

at a table

reading music

maybe something to eat

I start.

Was it hot?

I’m all aglow

I’ve got to go

light waves 

nudge me

to you

yes, no

yes

books are easier, please look up

I move for the window

look down south King Street

and up to see my favourite blue

and back to you

no one behind

lots ahead

I step over that midmorning

a vorticular mess

I step over that morning

no, yes

no

over and over

and over I go