Conditions

 

good morning

cold holds firm to foundations

couples chat on platforms

sweet vapours rise the coffees rich

shopfronts open doors

a matterhorn of croissants

empty shops for lease

sensibly clothed to shed layers

the wakeful neatly cross the streets

into the impending rain

 

good afternoon

true temperature twenty

feels-like temperature ten

a phone call changes the complexion

but the contract changes nothing

sun bending over to assist

each colour blossoming on fences

the prospect of improvement is high

the prospect of this scheme is happy

the prospect of the freeway not so good

 

good evening

soft brushing wattle and sunspots

gold mosaic lights the trees

finished touches on rooftops

their acres of similar streets

the meal brings the stories home

this time they’ve gone too far

glamorous glowing small screens

test algorithm bias

or follow the clues to an episode’s death

 

good night

screwing shut windows on another day

a body has no cause to hurry

the cat at rest in the coolest way

entails a tickle and a stroke

emails more deletion than elation

distant aches call for closest panadol

the way to softest sleep

moon rising like an afterthought

let the world news take care of itself