texture               boundary       movement

a fence snakes               between void

and void            a ladder no one climbs

hangs on the wall

this canvas shows          evidence

of recent human             departure

and frames        within frames

an absence        between two gate-

posts glimpsed   over a shoulder

glimpsed            from a tram window

more than bindweed        slips

through the cracks           in the pavement

a two-headed streetlamp

is a seedpod      and red

is a wound        light leaks

from the low sun           and clings

indelible             looking is writing

letters on street signs       are power-

lines     branches              vectors

knitting and fused

how hiddenness stays

unmissable

is a revelation                 you take

the simplest of walks      to the end

of the street        stop for breath

at the edge         of the possible

and go                on your way

in no    particular direction