minimal
on the same paper
as before
i understand

do not know everything
only my version

a fraction of the whole
blue sky thinking
here

now i remember that you saw the night
properly
while here we wondered, got lost in our
head
looked up and found the morning had
come pink again
scattered light in particular places
the other in shade

the clouds hang heavy

the mass, the clouds lay heavy, rain that came, that blinded again. blinded those that could not see the love and idle artefacts, each one a statement of nothing in particular.

some make mistakes
i do and avoid the capitals

main thing is to weather the storms
and visit daily
i too lean slightly

tell you it is a full and complicated story
that may upset.
i wrote it quickly using shape,colour,
metaphor and symbol.

the pattern remains the same,
the sentences longer. this is not an issue, and is
accepted gratefully.

they say that the latter will bring immense relief,
to try it consciously.