oh james i cannot tag your name this morning
in my thanks to you and i crack myself up
it is the way
never take it serious, this life
is all such a lark mainly
yesterday was such a day
with fettling and unpicking
the pallet and sawring it up
and spelling things incorrect
cos we can
it means the same
making a space come clear
imagining we are at chelsea
without the cranes and helpers
sitting on the grass until the bites overcome
watching him strimmimg the lane for the big
house
ready for the reopening
except we have no date
yet
mourning that the thistle and bindweed are cut
down
knowing i have a photograph
as i have those of him james
i like the number today
good in all respects i feel
i feel that we like the words the same
come thither, come random, moved
about with life
and details
he said he thought it would rain yesterday
and i told him i thought nothing
thought to wait and see
and found myself talking avidly about my bike
repairs
so worth finding it out
a topic
a project
the sculpture in the garden
to wheel in and out each day
counting
meanwhile james the seeds grow
and i gets smaller
stay safe
he said they have ordered take away sunday lunch with meat