reading the line, moved the line
into a place of hedges, rural
contemplation.
not understanding the word,
we google and discuss.
so many connections, so
much came from nothing,
god particle, if god
is the word to use.
reading the line, we move
into a place of hedges, where
the wild things grow.
there the wild things grow.
sbm.
as you know,
some of us work sundays,
unless we work on monday.
some times we have this
day off, to have a weekend
of slower time. we pinned
the thought of you, carefully
35 times. needing more, we
shall shop on monday.
small gold at 20p a bunch
not counted. so you are
safe. i have his number
reinstated. twice have stated.
this does not mean i love you.
i shall send them to america.
sbm.
the idea left us dancing.
use what is already there,
make do and mend, linen
threads hang heavy, needles
preserved. small holes ready.
shall we mend the rags, or
pin them onto wool pads
ready for discovery.
these are the planning days,
the filming ways, of
lifts and wild imagininings.
the tabernacle wales.
the tannery.
sbm.
kept in a box, precious.
lifted down for those to see,
that care.
did the understanding come,
the idea that all old things
are wanted, needed for their story.
not discarded on higher round,
where dust and moth abound.
the lesser garment became prefered,
as the last shall become the first.
we shall look at the photographs.
sbm.
