over the way we find

crab apples ready

to gather for jellies

or other niceties

because

eating plain food without

relish is *******

the phone rings

an empty room, back room



quarry tiled

dust settles on



stained

bakelite , cream, twisted wire



bell sound

bell sound



wind blows around the houses

leaves fly ; a mass extinction



red tiles, bell sound

dust settles

dust motes



phone rings ; bell sound



no one answers

no one is left



who rang?

numbers mix with words

i am returned

it was a pause in proceedings

a breath for continuation into

the season

a sociable hiding

it rained a lot &

i found friends

walking

look out for cors caron

to walk on water, wood

the space between where

words will seep out

walk alone

look out for florida abbey

the woods beyond

the man who talks of moss

touches it gently

i explained about the twigs

a metaphor for kindness, care

remembrance not to overlook

the small things. to treasure

the differences in folk. to treasure

familiarity in that  which surrounds us

James. you already know this

perhaps it is i who needed

reminding

how are the cats

mine are good

and so is betty

who stayed

the film with more than four qualities

more than four colours spent



red stained the face

he crammed in the fridge

freezing anguish



cold incidents leading

from black into blue

leaking, bleeding

hot tears



he danced beautiful

a tepid loop of indigo suiting



dripping , loosening

green gel of madness, sadness



joker

she said dead ends



i thought of split ends

i got with long hair



should be cut they said

some one like that



now it is cut regular, more short

like a boy. she would have liked

that



though i admire those with long and  stylish

yet i can’t be bothered no more, am honest

about my feelings



but



she said dead ends so i muse on cul de sacs

you know those with bungalows and trees about

i remember from the fifties

and people like that

those that had cars, dogs and telephones

while we did not



i guess the cul de sacs still abound

around



i would not discover

with them

being a dead end



which should be avoided

going nowhere

yet have been down quite a few on this life journey

to the

bottom of the bag

and risen out

again



a bit like that

thankyou

today i prepare

to soujourn before

real winter comes

we ( he) only cut the back

yesterday and it looks good

bringing new plans, solid ideas

like responsible adults have

using language of the usuals

made in conversations and

the media

the front grass is timetabled

early november

meanwhile i research paving

and carpeting colours

indoors i hear podcasts

stuff i should know

owls and falling rain

which  did falleth

until the language changed

so now it falls

as do conkers

i wonder if i may mesg

you via phone; you see

i looked at the reviews

and the wifi is till dodgy

we shall see

go safely

i enjoyed your writing

with tea

sounds settle

our trip went very well
in the greater manchester
area
with thoughts of another
place
i mentioned you and she
said why do you say with
my girl

and we discussed why certain words
come out unusually
yes she is my daughter

more like each other than we dare
both hard ******* in this
world of things

68 is not so far in this world

we all have numbers

to think also back then
they built stuff that took
a life time and many
of their lives through
belief

powerhouses never cease

today the gardener comes
so my grass will have the final cut

hopefully i will have some signal

it is a quiet village
a place to hide