weight of the water broke it,

the jasmine lays heavy.



wire rusted it snapped.



water lays heavy.



reflect on  scented air.



sbm.

did you not know my name

when you called me.



stupid.



did you not know my name

when you left.



i know your name, how to spell it,

and will remember it

always.



it is a welsh dresser, sir.



sbm.

so we gets up early having dreamed of you,

and planned all the good work.



takes to the garden before the heat sets in hot.



done half when we hits a rock, bent our blade.



all things may come right in time, if you

loves the ones you think you don’t.



yet then, what do i know really, except the metal

twisted.



the washing is on nicely, while i takes the *******

out.



sbm.

flags to find us. decide which

petulant shadow hides

integrity.



honesty abounds yet the flags

will find us.



sbm.

winding wool.



together.



sbm.

when the world runs cold,

water freezing, eyes held

from the words.



moments with the old story,

knowing it will be understood.



each day a moment to be

shared out here.



the poetry circle is closed.



now.



do not believe all you read.



sbm.

hello, i am 89 and still in good health,

much like the queen, may i sit here?



i am waiting on a toasted tea cake.



i have not seen the garden yet and never

will. i shall sit by the bus stop later

and talk.



i worked in the motor trade.



sbm.