we shall have more drawings
i can see the marks & lines
pushing through
despite the weather

yet i will rather say that all things are
on a spectrum
of colours & ideas

nothing is one colour only,      as decided
in invented rules.  for we are all different

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