it is the cloth
that bears the stain.
what breed of cows are they?
some are short horns,
the others are the all blacks.
fell in love in your sleep?
the man wanted to work.
elijah & the widow, £9.99 each.
you wanted things to be correct,
as you remember.
they read books, redefined the moments and fabric.
you spend your day describing as it was.
I noticed that some avoided you,
I wished to listen for a while.
master of the hunt.
stand back to spite the craving,
look on as from afar.
people, some write hymns & mantra
others watch tv, not the news.
oh no not the news, the truth is too
depressing, a bit near the mark.
good to live gentle, bites of reality
to flavour your safeness
with gratitude. the bakers has
closed as has the dress shop.
a side table will be convenient.
while children are in hell , Aleppo.
did you not know the house is tidy,
when you criticise the hedges?. did
you not know my garden is neater
you came from the north adding racial
yet act the same here
as that which you say they do.
it is such a
it is kind of you to help,
to feed the cat.
am i the only remain
this side of the village?
watched the debate right through
on catch up.
meanwhile you phoned & messaged
placed on pause a while, while i answered.
i noticed that one said
nothing in particular, while the other
spoke words some may understand.
as do you.
there were adverts, so i sent you photographs.
no one mentioned aleppo