( notes on roots)

grow deep in ground may hold us down



i noticed the same in paintings at exhibition           looking out

the grave yard noticed a touch of colour                by the white



red that seeps insidiously into mind

spoils all things



things that can be mended



he said that most people throw broken plates away



the mass                                      the clouds lay heavy

rain came that blinded

again



blinded those that could not see

the love and idle artefacts each one

a statement of nothing in particular



phased those that drove the cwm

in site of home

that stopped saw nothing



water that seeps insidiously into mind

spoils all things

things that can be mended

he said that most people throw broken plates away