Proof of Plogging

I plogged at the seaside. Painting to follow once I get it scanned --



unfortunately the perspective is all wrong, as will be proved by this photo of the scene ...

Aftermath of the World Cup

Withdrawal symptoms -- I had them -- some still do.

I saw a twelve-year old boy in a BIG blue shirt today in the doctor's waiting room-- loyally displayed on the back : ZIDANE.

And just now, looking out the window, what football is all about: a kid with his dreams.

Rye Road Junk Mail

(Or: It Nearly Happened)

Yesterday, the postman parked
his van outside our building, dragged out
the cans and piled our trash into the back.

Obviously someone sorted it
during the night: I got a torn
corn flakes box and two empty wrappers
(Mars and Wrigley) in the mail today.

Running now to catch the last post
I fully expect two fluorescent guys
to toss my translation of a court order
(with invoice) into the revolving shovel
on the back of a Clean City truck.