nothing is as it seems.
there are enough disturbances in the world,
stay under glass.
cheese is as addictive as hard drugs,
not that i have tried it.
i like edam and do you know that
if you play at the garden fountain
it may all get wet, so you carry them
and go bare foot.
did you now there is an electric boot
cleaner there, where
we went the day after the referendum.
that was the beginning and the end.
there is no alpha nor omega on this keyboard.
they are serving teas and cake in the hall with bunting.
my interest is the bull that lives on the parkland. there.
i slows if no one is behind to look . or stop a while
he seems to like leaning over watching the traffic, while
i fall in love. it is a pretty face.
up the road the hotel is closed down. now.
note – photo pre bunting days
just stand and watch the season change,
note the dew and separate ideas.
remember that you stand alone. are not
from criticism and contradiction. medieval
music plays, the town smells as it should
stand and watch the river sing, remember the day
wind hit water.
you were not alone, neither was the grave digger.
he waved yesterday.
it is with difficulty i write this.
the bear was correct, yet he
is not the only one in the village.
i met another yesterday.
it is with difficulty as the keyboards
stick, while others have no empathy
how deep it goes.
many have drowned, drowned
wander into town while your back hurts
edging into breaking. meet the one who
instigates recycling for its sake and others.
suggested the items, collects and delivers.
meanwhile he eats the offered sweet and
confesses there are more boxes outside.
mostly cherry ones, quite small,made to
help yourself, i have organised them in two
piles, wood and plastic
yes, have four, there will be more here
i remember how we ate cherries every summer.
the back feels slightly better now.