just now on you tube  saw

a photo of douglas bader

you know

the pilot

& you know

was surprised he looked nothing like

kenneth more

we shall never know
for there is no microscope
here
moving on i feel it was a flashback
to the girl who wished for quiet and
can remember  in detail

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