we have been to montgomery
again. it is a pretty place, bunting
across the square, so by the open
window, with fresh scones, we talked,
listened to the quiet. narrow walls,
bricked faces. there is a church
of course for leaving useless requests
and confirming friends. it may
be that i have no photograph.
yet will add a photograph.
i have the urban dictionary,
on line, and the standard
in the book case, thesaurus
in the cellar, where spiders
and cowebs abound.
my typing goes wild if
i get hiccups, whilst
the flow depends on
i was born in england, south coast,
now live in wales. we speak a different
the difference should make no
i am older now.
if they played the same tune
over, will despondancy ensue?
life is full of multiplicities, other
hard spellings, lessons to drench a life.
whilst in the midst, the struggle, we fall
these things do happen,
to most people.
except some seem immune to
who are the chosen ones?
the radio plays the same tune,