i woke, heard it, yet also saw the yellow moon.
shining through.
rain is noisy on the roof at huws gray,
where we buy slate chippings and talk
of log stores for the winter.
it is made of metal.
at the ironmongers we chat, buy bulbs,
notice the chip shop is for sale, now.
they sell night lights singly, at 20 p each.
it rained on and off all day, while I worked,
then,
it rained in the night.
sbm.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
i woke, heard it, yet also saw the yellow moon.
shining through.
rain is noisy on the roof at huws gray,
where we buy slate chippings and talk
of log stores for the winter.
it is made of metal.
at the ironmongers we chat, buy bulbs,
notice the chip shop is for sale, now.
they sell night lights singly, at 20 p each.
it rained on and off all day, while I worked,
then,
it rained in the night.
sbm.
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