it is a fine line we walk,
gently avoiding peptides,

only just a theory,
yet used independantly,
alongside honest work,
for mending.

the film continues,
some of the old cast, new actors oblige,
ideas on lack of addictive ways.
simple days without receptors.
singing under breath, counting, unpacking boxes,
this is the lead. hints are posted, and may you believe them graciously.

for many times will you be tested.

there were substitles, out of focus,
we could not read the other language.
the film continues…. peptides.

they say, and close the stores.

it is complicated, to do with floor space and employees rights.

we had chocolate eggs, worked hard, let our arms loose.

warmer now, the sun shone, people came, visited,

smiled, fondled the wool, spoke of age and weaving.

he said there were many looms in his day.

he is eighty eight, he told me many times.

the cobwebs away, yet not all of them.


impossible, an old house. there would be

time, if it was national trust where all is

care and cleaning, though i have heard

they leave some now for authenticity.


I imagined it would cost forty five, yet it was sixty,

until the special offer.


we have washed and dusted,

spring cleaned, had time for the garden.


again.


it is a nice place

here.

during the day, sun shining,

is this spring, or summer

now? clearing the debris,

painting it white.



birds gather, as the

radio plays.



we dance in the greenhouse.

mrs ciano is home, well one of them.

some could say this is a forgery, yet

she was invited, mrs ciano is multiplied,

the answer is clear, may the fourth be

with you today.

we will empty the basket, put our things

back in place. mrs ciano is at home,



http://mrs-ciano.weebly.com/

was at the national library of wales,

you know, that big building in aberystwyth,

just after bow street. they have a red carpet on the stairs,

men standing at the base, to guard, to help you.

tie the books in cases, stare at the black book  again.

mrs ciano is labelled, and no one looks at her.

there is a castle here, though no one thinks so.



notes – Bob looked at mrs ciano

we will not have blankets,

if there are none, take the old

rags, layer , stitch and stitch

by hand till fingers bleed.


work along the coast

with thread and diligence.


gather wools, layer carefully,

we shall have warmth this winter.


we will have quilts to share.