yet most were in april, searched for winter

find one will have to insert it. most days are busy,

i am the only one to do it, unless i pay.



searching for meaning, it may be there is none.



loving our homes, rituals and bad spellling

we carry on, carry one.



sbm.

some things need not be saved,
damp and inexclusive. only
the brave are kept.

others are filed away ready
to be disposed of some day.

some things are burned in
the garden, a small incinerator,
smoke pluming.

the photograph.

this does not mean
i love you.

sbm.

there is a mist, a cloth, hanging,
while i have seen so much. i forgot

to ask about your trip. i had driven
the mountain to see you, parked
nicely, kissed your cheek, talked

about the issues, seen the art work.

this morning is like autumn, though
still in july, softness lowering.

i am so sorry, i forgot to ask
about your trip.

sbm.

no, we did not recognise you,

had put you out of mind.



hair all pretty ,

echoing  affecting  voice.



there are some who have written

that you may be a bully.



sbm.

the bed is made, the linen clean.

bear sleeps.



yet it is not forgotten, that some

said because thier friends did.



that some lied and are deceitful.



the laundry man will come,

yet it is not forgotten.



this is history.



meanwhile

the #bear sleeps again.



sbm.

:: a book of pins ::              handwritten, copied in a day.



the drawing, the written page.

i am paint and cotton

i am pins and details

codes and reasons

calm and seasons.



i am boxes, charcoal,

fires and birds.



i am hand writing.



i am the old house,

all things considered.



i am the joker, the radio,

the music.





i am four dots.



i am the folded page,

the falling face.



i am the picture, the painting,



i am the mouse, the little bird,

a monstrous woman.



i  am a word document, a picture file.



i am the pin.



sbm.

the radio played, day eight.

land of hope and glory,

we spluttered on our tea.



later while cleaning teeth,

played for those in peril

on the sea.



day eight.



sbm.