he last thing, i saw

the plane fly over. busy day.

they only fly when fine,

we had some words on that

and laughed.

i pointed out the

unusual insect on his shirt,

smiled about those midges

stuck in skin so soft, which worked.

the horse watched, swayed

went down to roll.

i sewed the buttons back on.…

balancing now first time, although the coins don’t quite

fit the tray, using the pointed pen, keeping neatly.

have done this a while, got the rhythm,

the style of dressage and deportment

for one of our station.

i don’t have a badge, so

look with confidence, courage

so they know. i quickly

fold tidily, imagine i am japanese

and check my hips in the showroom mirror.

i work on sundays, except

when i go on…

i do not know

what happened really.

i tried very thing,

even #hash tags.

tea bags

and sundry groceries

from londis.

would have tried waffle

dish cloths,

but there was only the blackness

and deep borders.

very every thing

#dontknowwhathappenedhere

sbm.

that late evening,

slip into dusk,

the last blackbird singing.

that idle if not in

gainful employment.

there are thoughts

that are randomly baleful,

or so mediocre

need reviving.

to get on with the day,

despite this deluge

is the answer?

sbm.…