with

‘use it
down
to the small
black end
so you
are holding it
by your
fingertips’

I was going
to say
as they bicycled
past me

on the footpath
while I filmed
from the grass
verge
a blackbird

with a small
clear stream
in its glossy
yellow beak
amongst the last
of the leaves
falling
to the fallen
heaps

because I thought
she said
to her friend
I thought
I heard her
say ‘what
do you want
to do
with your life’

but she didn’t,
close, something
resembling but not
requisite the pencil
comment, they would
have thought I was
mental

poetry is
offering unsolicited
commentary
but we have
this agreement