early yet
I have to tell you
that
i went a different way
to avoid the usual

and maybe, and probably
i cannot fix it
so will look after it
admire it daily
unless it rains

james

comes a differing hue
with duck egg blue

the ironmongers in town
at one seventy nine

we dig our selves into the hillside

the time you talk about unremembered.

perhaps I was never there

or unaware

so have dug into this hillside

placed tidily in awareness

of all that is happened,

happening

my heart sank when the water stopped draining

from the kitchen sink.

it is a soakaway

not a mains drain.

the rod broke and stuck there

though after  much upheaval, with slight swearing of a normal nature,

something shifted.

drawing the child with found fabrics
watching the marks come good, no dots
intended


yet they came
without warning

asked me who will be afraid of our ghosts
ghosts of humans
when we are gone