he felt uncomfortable in his tidy pink jacket

too hot for the day



he always felt uncomfortable

anxious about doing, wearing

the right thing



he pushed his glasses into a better

position; they had steamed

his shadow long in the lowering sun



though he had the beautiful invitation

had accepted, packed & travelled to his



friend’s place



he felt awkward



brown leather shoes  worn with socks

& regret; his slacks  high, neat at the



waist





he had always fretted over  appearance

what to pack, how to prepare



hours staring the mirror considering his

shape. sticky taping every hair, each dust

mote

from the fabrics

the obsession



he counted the trees, moved to the water

to hail his friend



stood dizzy poolside

his friend was only wearing white pants



he died inside

&



as ever felt uncomforable



( thank to d.hockney – the inspiration, the picture)

he had leaned toward me and commented

that i was getting old

and while that is correct i assumed from his

remark that he must be younger



time goes on and i am told that we are much

the same



i never could tell the time

as you know i like foxes

their happy faces with

those pointy noses



do not understand those

that go and **** them for

their own invented reasons



do not get a lot of behaviours

so does that mean i am odd?



when they wave seaside flags

my inside curls in shame

and embarrassment

and

have i spelled it right?

some dream that.





we all dream while

some remember them

some do not





i pity the latter

if pity is the correct

word to use



like watching a film while we rest



i got stuck last night

since i watched the documentaries

did not have music after



now my neck is gone stiff

in bed listening about snow
folk stuck on the road in the
north

i aint looked out my window
yet i do not expect it here

i went to the orchard yesterday
it was a fine day. found myself
talking local

things that i thought forgotten
in that things had moved forward

good to have a quiet moment
to look back to all that was done

achieved

i had mended my garden boots
some thirty years old and caught
my jacket on some wire

now it looks more efficient

really oh really!

when  i squeezed the bits of soap together

to one lump



i thought of you

doing it too and

realised what may be the reason why

besides

saving soap and money obviously

yesterday we talked about the war



the rationing that i with my ignorance

only learned about much later





may have become your way of life

derived from many sources



then we spoke of the amputees

the trouser leg fixed up with

a safety pin

it was quiet here yesterday
the rain came and dripped
with noises outside the back
i looked out to see the gutter
slipped and listened to the
sounds

looked at the wet glistening
on the ivy

wedged the cloth to soak
the water up then lit the fire

done some drawings
&
cookings. a pleasant
day for me

comparing large dresses

hoping that all will be
well

with morse