one hour moves

my body remains

the same

one thought removed

the mind alters

some words deleted

spaces

added

some questions never

asked

sounds of the earth

which frays,

tells the story, discarded.

some say it was his handkerchief

used, worn not discarded

here.

discarding , all was bottled, remained.

another day.

sbm.

ladies

on the bus

pointed to it

a lady bird on the window.

i watched and thought how nice

they noticed and admired it

a while later

she got out a tisuue

and squashed it dead.

she spoke to me, but

i speak a different language

on waiting

the driver said

that too many people think

only of themselves

#thesedays

sbm.

some have been away

on holiday

i have

some think that this means

prison

those in america

velcro is easy

more than buttons

some say that pinc is welsh

for pink.

this is repetition

sbm.

they lived in nottingham.

i remember their visits.

uncle arthur was a shoe

mender i was told. not a

cobbler.

he had a car, a shooting brake.

there were not many vehicles

then; we ran to the gate to see.

the family moved to australia, were active

in their church, the seventh day adventists.

i felt we should admire them.

ann came back one day on a needy visit.

she told my brother that uncle arthur was just a rogue,

a wide boy, a crook.

not a cobbler.

sbm.

ann, her name was ann. my cousin.

slight, blond, flat chested. almost hollow

as I wished to be.

I think it was a whimsy shade of blue

with glass buttons, the style of dress

she always wore.

voile.

she grew tall

and it came to me

.

mother said it did not suit me, I wore tailored.

I felt out of place at parties.

mother gave it to the girl next door

as always: I saw her wear it.

recently I bought a red version, hung it

on the wall.

there is

an eternal wish to be hollow.

sbm.

world glows a brighter good as they pass in time. it is an

omen.

nothing blew down here

and it is tidied up now

this week i have done two things

despite the anxiety stuff

many other things were comforting

the log pile is bigger

sbm.

i remember her name,

she said it is salter.

i sent her the mothballs.

borders.

sbm.