i think i have a picture of
the car wash in betws,
model railway and vistas.

yet i cannot find it.
the little people
were waving their arms around.

so i am going with the frog car
and carbolic soap. the middle
one being imperial leather.

thank you.



sbm.

it is quiet in the garden

today.



the dog barks, part

of the ambience.



it walks backwards on a lead,

forwards when free.



have not seen that before.



my dog does not bark now.



#ghost



sbm.

did you fall in            the  black peat

did you slip and loose your footing?



did no one come to find you,as they

did not feel you missing.           they



say it is a lonely thing.



did you not notice?



sbm.

it is different now. i find

that standing there all day

working.



is fine.



is fine

that i fly solo, that

no one here is looking.



for someone.



who is not here?



bats come early, stay late.



is fine



is samhain



sbm.

irregular, you came, your best clothes

shining.



never mind. the first tune hit the mind,

patterns and mathematics.



the kindness that is, mixes

with dampened autumn air, and your woodsmoke.

sweet oak.



all that there is. here.



sbm.

stretched and squashed.

flat.  you have probably

seen it all.



before.

sbm.

mary and john
are dry inside
the box.

look closely
she has an umbrella
too.

double assurance.



sbm..