so we moved the water **** to cover

the drain to the soak away. we live



in the country.



now from the window i see

rain dropping, dripping, filling

rust rain bin,



draining to the soak away. we live



in the country.



sbm.

my heart leapt, when he said.



his home, he can see the beauty

there. with reality

and fiddling. films it.



forgets the language, passes

the garage and looks to me

to talk on the succulents

that grow on gabions.



my heart soars that we have

a beautiful home, with

few expectations

now.



sbm.

some of us like to be neat in some ways.



some of us draw big and messy, and

i understand both.



we have made marks a long time, since

the dawn of.



probably.



when he could not write,

he crossed and smiled.



we continue marking

time, with smudges, scrapes

plus tidyness.



the brain interpretes.



so will you listen or go on

your way, regardless.



sbm.

the garden smells of incense.



do you remember when i was young?

none of you knew me then, remember

that i never was.



young.



sbm.

i am tired, said the bear, everwhere hurts so dreadfully.



like the plague they copied, talked about me when

they do not even know me,

understand.



they do not know therefore what they

say…….



sbm.

note –
plagiarism
ˈpleɪdʒərɪz(ə)m/
noun
noun: plagiarism; plural noun: plagiarisms

    the practice of taking someone else’s work or ideas and passing them off as one’s own.
    “there were accusations of plagiarism”

nice message thank you.

yes I shall like to get to know your friends more, they are welcoming.

i like them. there is something special , the more I know her.

have a good time in oswestry, it is a pretty place.

hope your wrist improves.


sbm.

52.57.

something happened, something
changed inside me, the moon slipped sideways.

while all remains the same, something is different.

did you speak to me, was that you I heard in the
garden calling.

is it really such a little thing.

the connection.

sbm.