we thought about the things my brother

said about the tea plantations

in india

he does a big trip somewhere each each year

except last year and probably this year too

rain comes here in waves
reflecting feelings

sometimes i can smell the sea
though some miles from the shore

moving out into the landscape
differing thoughts with exercise

added

on hearing rain early
delay the start of it

.from the archive.

google when back at home, read about
people, and know we may after all
be twins.

..adding pink..

oh unsuitable paint you
covered lovely with no
comments as all are at
home

skimmed slates that bounced about
unlike the pebbles that grow on our banks here
unlike the landscape hereabouts yet only up the road
up the road where all comes beyond reality to help with reality

deep holes,
cut grass and wiping stones.
there is a place.