Uncomfortable seats, row after row.

Officials isolated behind glass.

Scant comfort offered by the hot drinks machine.

How much longer? 

I am surrounded by papers and Post-It notes,

Plastic wallets waiting to be filled.

Dinner is almost ready.

Three red buds in the distance:

Balancing on a green totem, 

Steady in the breeze.

Nestled in a purple blanket, 

Deep coco smell, 

Teeth crack through the outer layer,

Soft, sweet centre.

July Small Stones

Wafts of apple fruitiness.
Air freshener?
That smell shouldn't be here.

Bluebells in the wood,
countless flowers.