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that  amaze and delight,

the

abundance of colour,

plants, perfume of history.

it is the sounds among us, the

peering into the poem. it

is the gathering streams

that swell and please.

home grown veg,

then pause to watch

the tadpoles, insects, all

small creatures delight.

it is a large garden.

sbm.
yes, we bought them.

pale green hooks,

for the greenhouse

walls. it is wooden you know.

i will hang the panamas up,

ready for hot weather, and for

effect.

we arrived in town early, waited

outside until she opened.

had seen them before, yet too

ill to decide.

we used those screws that had

been covered white some how,

seemed to suit the task.

we would continue the painting,

yet  wake to rain.

sbm.
are longer now, i feel younger now,

i am older.    we do so many things.

we are no longer afraid.

make the best of summer days,

winter follows.

he remarked that it was

good enough for the

chelsea flower show.

sbm.
i said it were a lovely day, i did not mean the weather.

i talk about the feeling, the mood that did not change, all day,

little tasks that please. planting chives in treacle tins, ironing pyjama pants,

and cotton handkerchiefs.

he warned me the rain would come, and when it did

heavy, we tucked in tight here, enyoyed the darker

green.

then, the rain will stop.

sbm.
 May 2015 Julie Butler
wordvango
never perish
              promises
get broken
                    hearts
torn apart
          fences are
put up
                  a true smile
a real friend
        no matter
                 what happens
is always
           remembered
in temporal lobes
                    to be
replayed
     again,
again.
 May 2015 Julie Butler
wordvango
for a ride home
to me downtown
from here on the river
where I dance alone

A taxi or my brother
passing by other
people may be watching
my feet tapping as I fall over

Between the two street lights
glaring what a sight
my drunk *** must be
tonight

swaying calling on poe
emerson thoreau
to stop and listen
I get it, i know

Rhythm and meter
are just for their
realms, Emily and Vicki
I just say I love both hers
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