yes.it seems to be stopping now.
it is lifting. it has been raining
a while you know, in the bedroom,
bathroom and the cellar.
it was heavier outside, faster
than the slow drip of gloom.
sheltered here, we weave and dream
a summer palace, and silas
we talked to him at his gate,
asked him how he was.
he looked gently.
later he told me his
ears had been blasted regularly
at the quarry, so he is deaf.
i told him where i was from ,
meanwhile the man at the factory
we used the scooter again.
they are serving teas and cake in the hall with bunting.
my interest is the bull that lives on the parkland. there.
i slows if no one is behind to look . or stop a while
he seems to like leaning over watching the traffic, while
i fall in love. it is a pretty face.
up the road the hotel is closed down. …Continue
just stand and watch the season change,
note the dew and separate ideas.
remember that you stand alone. are not
from criticism and contradiction. medieval
music plays, the town smells as it should
stand and watch the river sing, remember the day
wind hit water.
you were not alone, neither was the grave digger.
he waved yesterday.