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.
it is with difficulty i write this.
the bear was correct, yet he
is not the only one in the village.
i met another yesterday.
it is with difficulty as the keyboards
stick, while others have no empathy
how deep it goes.
many have drowned, drowned
wander into town while your back hurts
edging into breaking. meet the one who
instigates recycling for its sake and others.
suggested the items, collects and delivers.
meanwhile he eats the offered sweet and
confesses there are more boxes outside.
mostly cherry ones, quite small,made to
help yourself, i have organised them in two
piles, wood and plastic