numbers mix with words
i am returned
it was a pause in proceedings
a breath for continuation into
the season
a sociable hiding
it rained a lot &
i found friends
walking
look out for cors caron
to walk on water, wood
the space between where
words will seep out
walk alone
look out for florida abbey
the woods beyond
the man who talks of moss
touches it gently
i explained about the twigs
a metaphor for kindness, care
remembrance not to overlook
the small things. to treasure
the differences in folk. to treasure
familiarity in that which surrounds us
James. you already know this
perhaps it is i who needed
reminding
how are the cats
mine are good
and so is betty
who stayed