‘ you mean it were the settings that was wrong ‘

yes.

‘so it was all your imagination?’

yes.

when you say gray, do you mean grey, as in lady jane or earl as in tea. when you say grey, do you mean gray, as in mary, my friend? do you mean that we all come from different countries.

we named it best eleven.        dark the day,          we are survived.

light came, we saw the green ness of it all.                          we live in the country.

pool of fear,
the fright of interrogation,
guilt,
i hear.
from where comes the mourning,
late afternoon,
and evening…

goes where it leads me, a kind of conversation between me and the work, but drawing on what is in mind.

“kind of a diary?”

things come awry and we leave it so
the random nature of things
faintly corrupted

saw you fallen
&
photographed you



yet could not save you
nor
any of them

you are a metaphor