the storm came last evening
well, late afternoon really. we

were talking as i watched the
water fall down the window

there was none the other end
though breezy with the doors

open

the studio was an oven of
oppression
skin pricked
while

i drew the tiny coat faintly
and left to sit outside to
think

to

then carry compost round
the back

filthy then i bathed, put on
cotton pyjamas
heard the heaviness of water
drops

we have cat slide windows
here

james

water runs down
water runs everywhere

that was last evening and it all steamed later

it is morning
the mist hangs
in the place i walk
each day

that place i lived was on the news
&
for that one day i am glad i moved
away

all the other days too
i have been here a while
now

softly