fuelled summer  from my balcony        
                       fumes  and the deep night in heat
wilming  frequency  ridden under a flight path
        the red and green eyes of the airliner
stare us down whither                                        
           descen­ding the smokey stair
forest fires out west                                  
                     my eyes are wiltered against
aggressive peppery air   ***** creosote vapours

the view from my balcony                      
neighbours walk dogs
people earn their way back from the pubs
and restaurants      and concerts  
and some  greatly received  comedy show
and there’s the streetlight          
; orange wash              
this season