wrote a continental seven automatically

as always

then afterwards wondered if it may

be mistaken for a four.



things turned out fine

and the next day

did not get blown off the bridge.



high winds.

a pinky glow

she said that it was the coldest night for years

and I forget how many

a storm came yesterday dark and loud  the landscape veiled
awash a while
black things fade and all is grey

win or lose hedge your edge
write of parlay

spoke to others yesterday about
banning the word coping as a negative
thing, said with sympathy
head to one side.

it feels a frail word and does not apply

comes a differing hue
with duck egg blue


the ironmongers in town
at one seventy nine


we can walk there and back or there
and bus back you see


he said folk get used to anything

i thinks it’s a mouse in the bathroom

moving the old soap into odd places

and leaving bits about

for the cleaner to sweep.

this morning early we pinned that soap onto the bath board

time is limited these days.
those one admired in youth
devastate us now.

can we know all things, we
only went twice ?