the film continues, some of the old cast,
new actors oblige, ideas on lack
of addictive ways. simple days without
receptors.

singing under breath, counting,
unpacking boxes, this is the lead.

hints are posted, and may you
believe them graciously. for

many times will you be tested.

there were substitles, out of
focus, we could not read the
other language.

the film continues….

peptides.

always been a plain one,
no frills, tidy packaging.

went to liverpool, slowly,
rather slowly to be safe.

on arrival found art to
be inspired, enquired
about restrictions there,
the mirrors square.

on arrival found bling.wore bling.

on returning home ate liver. #apt.

there was no fanfare,
no procession, no proclamation,
as i hit the button, no exclaimation
as i changed my life. as if no one
noticed, and if i am right, they
probably didn’t.

didn’t see as i drove the valley,
didn’t protest, or speak in tongues,
did not see the little things.

we bought winter food.

pouring , one drop failed,
slow motion dropped
on white linen, split,
fascinating
watching the stain spread,
red drops as blood.

salted.

it will be double washed,
boiled. hot ironed.

ready.

dark, still, no birds sing.

slowly without ceremony,
sun will creep, small birds,
all that, happens, radio

plays into those moments.

the window is closed,
colder now. autumn is
here,

last evening she read the letter from Joyce.

we talked of god and the making.

the set was described, security lights
threw trees into shape and number, signs
that most things have a joy. there were
two hearts,

a space between.

it may be raining today.

tacked.

and there, unfinished,

tacked and smocked

the littled dress

sewn quietly with love.



i know.


i have done this,

when all else are asleep,

stitching, thinking,

listening to the rain.



when the voices stopped,

i asked how much.



one pound? yes

i will love it, thank you.



fled quickly away