walk the rooms in horror,
see genius in corners,
there.

realise that he may cry
all the tears of life.

mum gave us 3 d on wednesdays

for sweets or stuff.

we

went to the cafe  shop on the main road

for a ross puff candy

then back home placed on a saucer near the coal fire

to go melty.

on saturday last i  ate my first toasted marshmallow outside by the fire at bodnant gardens.

national trust.

asda man says he places melted marshmallow  between chocolate biscuits.

sandwich.

he seemed surprised yesterday that i had completed the task

to ensure the proportions looked right for me

it is part of the job and if it is diaried must be done

now your name may be redeemed
your wanderings freed into new

adventures

or maybe you will still stay inside a while

inside the boundary lines

four fields

corona

they  do not know the darkness
how the light can fade into latin
& all things unreasonable

today i write of glass and ashes inspired before
then swept by other’s moments witnessed  the cleaning

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