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seems there was a power cut
in the night
the microwave clock flashing

nought nought

a sure sign that something
has occured

i will know more when i investigate
the cat bowl left outdoors for darling

the feral

note the level of rain
water

before he comes for food

so i fixed it while the kettle
boiled guessing the exact time
so it will be wrong and shall

have to be adjusted later
:: this is a new story ::

where.

where does collaboration work? here.

with you, you, you and you, i have named you

before.

with tags and capitals, links and other stable

placings.

i was only stitching. a steady hand. it was an offer,

happily accepted.

i was only drawing. so we drew together. here

& another place.

i was only writing a, yet there are many of

us who came together.

we are alone, until we start working

together.

it comes a wider space, with mistakes and misgivings.

nothing in this world is perfect. it is raining today. the

washing is out.

neighbours help.

writers help, drawers

line our walls with

notes & labels. a few

of us

work together.

and do not fight.



11
things happen and it is mighty fine
to hear you talk about the woods
and the animals again

i guess i missed that
though laundry chat
was somehow satisfying

things moved on here workwise
and glad to see such a moment

we talked of spores quite briefly
while oak leaves came to mind

then enjoyed the shape of a poppy

seed head

i woke at five surprised to see it
had come bright, then leaning the
window find that the shepherd’s
outside light is on

i guess he is lambing

this time of year

6.19

numbers
the wind can cut deep
so wool additives will
protect

some here knit furiously
and while meant for charity
family
often desire
and keep
for their own attire

we read an article that spies
knitted codes into their patterns
in the war

no one suspected
a thing

you see two or three miles
sounds fun whizzing along

ears covered though woolly
hats make my forehead itch
a bit
never mind

nice, it is a nice morning.
i feel some times that

the word unreasonable

is mine

though i react through

my reason

which comes clear

with my muddled

thinking

dare i laugh here

who said that

&

what is it?

how will they know for thinking

comes silent inside our heads

unless we utter

which in my case is not often

who defines the different

level of thought

is there a manual

with charts and graphs

a litmus test to testify

that the thought got tangled

oh what is it like?

really

oh really
yes the mass cloud of folk
their traditions and rules
invented and not mine either

and i may suspect
not yours

i said yesterday that if some folk
went quiet and listened like you
do

they may learn the understanding

like you have

she said very forthright and challenging
things that
she believed

and my drawing changed
then as i moved forward

reverted back to type

what a phenomena

hoping that all is well with
you with signs of spring
showing
(before lockdown)

glad to hear you got out
yesterday in the air
as did i

a spring day here too
on the top deck all the
way back from aberystwyth

i felt odd after being home
so much this winter

seems most folk were
the same and came
all chatty and neighbourly

the scone was perfect and
the baker insisted i had
extra butter
and a chat about
local, seasonal foods
and i thought of you
as my teeth slid into
yellow saltiness

the gold shop done closed
guess folk haave less money
here
now

maybe you will find a better
job, more suited to your
sensiblities

with windows
to see outdoors

glad you out to ride
your bike

light already
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