it happens to most of us,
some times, other times,
seem good, almost boring.
it knocks us sideways,
even assunder. i asked you
to carry me.
yet, you left me outside
in the rain. it has been
like this for days. wet.
most of us get over it.
use an umbrella.
learning designers, two yesterday,
alongside history of weaving,
scouring the wool or fulling?
we have many questions. we
have the excitement about the
wool museum, pleasure for the chair
i was at work.
it is a gift, we say this over.
i think of middle mill, the field
we all think of many things, best
to write some down carefully.
warm day, dry . we need to post
the letters. wander down among
the houses. well kept, small front
this is new look, how long has
it been there. i know about this,
look, i am right.
it is a good scooter. i will
watch you and
gather grass seeds, as i did
when i was small.
i am still not very big.
there is a mist, a cloth, hanging,
while i have seen so much. i forgot
to ask about your trip. i had driven
the mountain to see you, parked
nicely, kissed your cheek, talked
about the issues, seen the art work.
this morning is like autumn, though
still in july, softness lowering.
i am so sorry, i forgot to ask
about your trip.