you can pull them out one by one,

they will not grow again.



leaves a gap.



you can pull them out one by one

they will grow back and

fill the gap.



sbm.

i think i heard a night jar

up the valley here.



it was a quiet night except

for that.



we have the window open now.



sbm.

so the bear has become a companion.



of sorts in times of sress

and needlessness.



i call him darling sometimes,

not often.



some days he stays in bed ,

not often.



some people are witnesses, study

the evidence.



i prefer the bear.



sbm.

alongside a list of tasks
repair and defend, cut
small twigs with gusto
and imagination.

make conversation,
explore philospy at
the kitchen table
all gingham and pastry knives.

this was the order
of the day. thursday
the handy came, instead
of tuesday.

plans change.

sbm.

. another jacket .
Posted on May 21, 2016

i bought the jacket on tuesday
wore it on wednesday to work.

a retail outlet we likes to look
smart and proper mostly. wore
boots as it was cooler. i thought

it was blue, the girl said purple.

we all see things different.

sbm.

some days are soothing, having made a new pattern.



yet if he brings boxes we have heavy work, not minded

so much.



all those years ago when i followed  instructions



never thought that i can change them.



make my own.



sbm.

one of the bears is my ancestor,

illogical i know. he has come to

live here quietly respecting

all that is happening now.



what is that?, he said in itallics.



it is my phone.



how do you explain that?



same as i explained it to him,

i can talk to people who are not here.



ah, the way you talk to me?



yes.



sbm.