having googled it says one may lose a pound,

not in old money, in lbs, you may have heard of them?

young folk.

was printed in the back of exercise books along

with furlongs , rods and perches.



i tell you this you will gain

an insight for natural things,

and sleep intensely well.



sbm.

so there will be a delay,       yet the work will continue.



we shall think of you fondly, as we think of our own past,

our misdemeanors.



how the shapes fit together, somewhat randomly and form

the creatures we are today.



there is no reason, no purpose to it all. just us. you and me,

christine.



sbm.

it is a longer way,

mostly up hill then,

down.



we go round one way

one day,

then another way,

another day,



avoiding people.



mainly, yet we

talk to the stone mason

who likes to avoid

people too.



once i came this way with you.



sbm.

he admitted it was not working properly,

yet they still bowed thier heads and said it.



have they thought of changing it all,   back

to basics. we fear it is to late, it has all been

going on so long.                      too many of us.



he gave his opinion which seems disloyal, yet

they had polished the floor, which

placed the garderobe off limits.



sbm.

sand blown softly

patterned, seeded.



grass grows.



dunes.





sbm.

a busy little thing, buzzing down the estuary,

then back again, up and back,                          practising.


in order to acquire, improve or maintain proficiency in it.
“I need to practise my French”



no clouds to cover .                               it was a gentle day

of gardens, les cloche and legume given freely.



the pronounciation was not at all as it should be,

the company all welcome.



later the v22, toy osprey.                           delight.



sbm.

take the photograph
of the photograph,
we have chinese whispers.

we have the closing of the
house soon, wonderland.

removing all things metal,
placing sweet chestnuts
in corners. the outside
paint so very shiny,

interiors.

sbm

different these days. i said it did not face south,

when it does, despite the hedge. i had talked about

the bournemouth days, the sea to south, the road

led north.



now here, it does not face the sea, the west,

yet i still thought south, so please do not

listen to a word i say. this is how my brain works

these days.



sbm.

the battery is low, yet it has to be said,

that the five are anonymous, the photo

is random to embellish the tale.



they wish to be private, yet cared for

when i am gone. a promise is made.



meanwhile they carry on. good

work, company and care. while



we need to recharge, move on.



spoken sweetly.



sbm.

come in many styles,
walking, soft top, striped,
you name it , they make it,
market it.

now then i buy cheap ones,
5 pair a go quite comfy,
with dots mainly.

we talked of clough ellis, his yellow
breeches, long wool hose to knee,
all arty and architecture.

she liked the woolly ones, chose
a dull colour over pink.

a day of rearrangement.

as you were.

sbm