early it came,where there are no roads, no silent killer.
spinning. set me free. let me see swallows return to
let us cause a reaction, turn our heads quickly. no one
is looking, there is no one here. we are not afraid of
soft cottons, whimsy thread, mothlike.
turn about hour on hour. your time is
to spite silent killers.
(written for those with out understanding)
blind. the blinkered corridor.
to the end.
tea and toast.
you never learned this one,
all there in the installations.
go back to the museum,
where it all started , cabinets,
labels to define, another way.
gradually reailisation came,
that we have been here before.
collecting seeds, objects of desire,
then in our gratitude remake.
this is the falling day, the childhood
this is an idea.
map, a geology, marred
by that remembered.
history, beyond one word.
that will not fade with what I see.
so you cut more than intended, never mind.
there is a new area for interest & decoration.
around the compost area.
checked the toad yesterday, gone not
checked again today. nicely returned
under the slate.
transition was easier than expected.
we learned a thing or two in the garden.
in the company of one other. walking slowly.
we visit, revisit. flowers
we leave. return.
we live.we miss you.
we visit the garden again.
there is no final time.
the code for the forum,
works at home. the
transition has been difficult.
i missed you.
watch, windows speck. days come lightly.
heavy hearts at leaving here. we remember
you. some times.
the sun shines,
some times it rains.
sometimes it looks calm when we can feel the wind.
what to say? friday afternoon. some say
another life, another possibility, an episode.
some say ampersand while some say and.
another thing means the hedge goes round,
and cut quite well can lead to misgivings &
my surroundings are slightly unkempt.
this does not mean that i dislike those
neatly cut. today i was amazed. it was
a topiary thing.