time is limited these days.

those one admired in youth

devastate us now.



can we know all things, we

only went twice ?



the back road was

littered, rather blustery.



today



clouds blow in, leaves

crake and groan.



i say again, a darker green.



sbm.

she rang me. did not leave a message.



later,

i dialled 1471 and rang her back, there

may be a charge for this.



i did not leave a message.



at 6pm she rang and left a message.



i was washing my feet. do you think



that there is a meaning to life?



sbm.

it is over 3k, not very far. the car stopped.

she offered me a lift. i explained that i

was out walking, not lost in the middle of

nowhere.



as she thought.



we smiled.



she lives in the garden cottage near the big

house, while i live behind the church.



a different village.



meanwhile those on the precipice

moved slowly.



she drove on while i turned and went home.



it continued raining.



sbm.

she said her father was jewish and proud of it.



they visited the synagogue, i know where it

is. i stood outside.



he was a green grocer, broke his back, her mother

looked after him.



she a seventh day adventist, i went with  her sometimes,

on saturdays.



i never met her father, he died early.



she said.



sbm.

hell no. i cannot think of it everyday,

nor have regrets, ignoring memes.





held deep and private,   a way

to live.



think.



remember what you said.

to me.







hell no.



sbm.

i did not write yesterday.



i delivered the case, i made.

they made.



i saw a little pram for dolls.



it squeaked delightfully.



if it is not sold, when i

collect the case. i may

buy it.



sbm.

having lost five years words ,  faith and truth,

i looked this morning to check that all is there.



it is, it is.



apart

from the latter two.



critical thinking.



sbm.