Pulse

Reflected in twisting streets, explored our own way, paths lined by trees, see your face in this picture

Two magpies survey the earth, from poles, black and white, look back at me

A white cat sits in a park in daydream, eyes speak, a nest up a tree, two baby turtledoves in danger

My feet pulse, in rhythm with love, a surreal mirror – you scry – strict in intent, hover