Inside the mirror
stars cast like glitter on a velvet sheet,
Mars glinting like a ruby at dusk,
a fox picking its way across fresh snow,
leaving an alphabet of footprints.
A cormorant waiting with the patience of stone
on the rocks at Carbis Bay,
a black taxi crawling like a polished beetle,
up Oxford street,
an empty bus shelter on The Broadway,
beneath sullen,grey skies.