The man who sells roses has never given his wife roses

A long day, everyone agrees
heading to the escalators.

In HSBC they play eighties music.
In the queue we all know the words.

Kids climb trees in the field near my house.
There are so many used railway tickets in my wallet

I should probably give it an empty.
Another novel set in London

despite best intentions I just return it to the library.
I was in a bad mood but then Katie

sent me a photograph of a sandcastle.
Someone on the television is talking about a building.

Most people don't bother with their gardens.
The farm shop is too expensive, still.

I only go in for a browse. Sometimes
I might buy a plant from the 'money in tin please' bungalow.

Once me and my sister grew sunflowers.
They were even taller than our dad.