we have a few.



we had a storm.



one broke, we bought another.



the assistant suggested house insurance.



sbm.

time is limited these days. those one admired in youth devastate us now.   can we know all things, we only went twice ?   the back road was littered, rather blustery.   today   clouds blow in, leaves crake.

i took the shorter route this morning.



sbm

she talked rapidly

about family,

history, opera, poetry.



i idled,

listened a bit,

eyed her clothes.



wished i dressed liked that,

treat myself,

et cetera.



then.



she told me

that

her uncle,

in war painted

white crosses on men who deserted.



an aim for those

who shot them.



she said,

he was never the same after.



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