seems we gets busy here and there
yet cannot verbally explained why we write
and paint

bert is no name for a storm, more like a neighbour in green road that time back, or the uncle  i was told of yet never met.

grey flannels with braces and maybe a moustache.  growing vegetables down the back and interested in  pigeons.

even a foster parent  playing the guitar to make one feel comfortable

while feeding you a kipper  for supper.

perhaps then an apt name after all

such is the change of time
i have been around for  an
hour
extra

may reappear.

whatever reason,

comfort for some that there are recognitions.

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