I've 50 Minutes Left On My Parking Ticket

Man stood outside 'Vape Shop' smoking a cigarette.
Half a takeaway covers the pavement.
A slug takes a look.

Couple sat outside a cafe communicating via their mobiles.
Homeless man tidys the bench that is his home as an over powering waft of perfume hits me from a passerby.

Begger in subway says good morning.
What he means is 'do you have any change?'
"Good morning" I reply.
What I mean is... 'no'.
I walk on.

The apple core which lyes in the gutter will never bare fruit.
CCTV cameras track a middle aged man,
big fluffy hair,
'hippy trousers' and round glasses.
...looks suspicious!

Jogger crosses in front of me,
cuts me up,
but apologises - it's all cool!
The city's carparks still have spaces for all the cars passing by me.
The balconies on a new block of flats enjoy the view,
of the cars!
The noise,
the rumble of the air conditioning units,
 ...it all seems endless!

Briefly the noise abates.
I've 50 minutes left on my parking ticket.

The Dog and I Walk Home

The sound of the birds on the breeze is interrupted by the buzz of a helicopter. 
Like an angry bee it crosses the sky.
Shadows hide as clouds,
like cotton wool balls
cross the sun.
I drift away.

The clap of a pigeons wings brings me round.
A pheasant runs from my presence. 
The bridle path is almost lost under the long swaying grasses.
The kissing gate is barely visible,
the 'Purple Fox Gloves',
the 'Dog Rose',
and the ubiquitous 'Nettle' abound.
Crows argue in a tree as the orchard silently prepares its crop.
The gate shuts with a 'clang' behind us.
A glider and a buzzard both hang silently in the sky,
seemingly nothing holding them both there,
suspended in magical spender.

The dog and I walk home.

(Haiku)

As rain commences,
lady in summer dress regrets
her choice of outfit. 

(Haiku)

Young girl runs into
shop with Mum hoping she will
let her have something.

In A Forest

If I sneeze in the middle of a forest,
with no-one else there to hear it,
but I do have a mask in my top pocket...

...did anyone catch anything?

The Dentist

The dentist's theatre.
You go in willingly.
The dentist welcomes you in with a 'you can trust me' look. 
"Come in and sit down!"
The dentist says,
firmly, 
but with a smile!

To some,
these places are the stuff of nightmares. 
A tortcher chamber meets an operating theatre.
A dusty church organ played wildly by a mad scientist in a white coat,
chuckling to himself!
A nutter in a full "haz-mat suit".

The dentist.
A remover of pain.
A correcter of poor maintenance routines,
A solver of problems - all self inflicted. 
A speaker of riddles,
"Upper right 2, occlusal 5",
"Upper Left 6 M.O.D. Composite"
A "motor mechanic for your mouth".
Filling your mouth with tools.
Whining drills - the dread for most.
Wailing screaming high powered jets of water,
spike-tipped prongs to scrape between teeth,
supposidly to remove calcium deposits - yeah right!
Clamps,
strange light pens that they have to shade from,
and small round mirrors on chrome sticks so as they can see all around your mouth and find the right spot to inflict the most pain!
All the tools in the room get put in there!
They fill your mouth so you can't talk,
can't swallow,
can't even breathe!
Then...

...all done Mr Thompson! Everythings fine. See you in 6 months!

"Oh!?"