see the softest looking clouds
wonder
if that is where that work came
from
and the joy of pink?
with gentle grey
the wind blows round our houses
water recedes
stories change
it was later that afternoon that
the rain stopped so we stepped
out a while
down to the bell field
three miles there and back
they say
noting the markers are moved
the car park is back open with
a sign of guidelines
to be kind
the grass is being cut at the caravan park
the tent field flooded
they will come tomorrow
it will still be quiet today
talking
it feels some folk are the same
no need to hurry
no need for changes yet
there is a mark on my ankle
and it is getting bigger
there is a story regarding work
that keeps changing
no number