we have a liquid diet sometimes
things slowed down.
we place it in bottles.
yet some have a differing
view
some are away all week
the peal of bells stop
leaving the air empty
lean on the wall/watch the cattle
note the shape/remember the
hissing
lately
unpredictable name
lean on the fence to look
over
a steep drop to the river
tears well as we speak of it openly
to break the cut a pheasant came comely
all collars & spectacles
walked sedately to the edge while
i imagined it may fall or fly
over
he continued head forward
feet unhinged to walk down
that cliff
properly slowly with dignity
astounded i turned
went back to work the worst
of the tremors over
it was such a shocking statement to hear
a hill of loss
he is splitting logs & sawing
in the sun
they will go at the back where the wind
blows round
kenny says they take years to dry
he knows his stuff
i broke the mower & have two
strimmers that work
cut the paths
tenderly leaving the flowers to grow
we try not to go out here bank holiday
week ends
so a rest indoors now
with
ARTURO MARQUEZ – DANZÓN Nº 2; GUSTAVO DUDAMEL
in blue writing
as if
it is important
you see
sbm.
over the lane
i watched him varnish his duck
while
previously he had fired up a chain saw
ready
we imagined he will cut the legs off the
taller one
two ducks in a row
were gathering dust at the bottom of the
stairs
will now decorate the garden
we discussed the date and laughed about
star wars
together
the others came up the rise and spoke yet
they do not know me
sbm.
we opened the door, closed a while and found the old nails
ancient rusty loved them kept them for the ages
who else will like rusty nails?
well
he did those huge hand made ones from the garden
it has been a long time coming
it lasted many years now is gone
all of it
all the straight ideals and weathered work.
who will come laughing now who else loves rusted nails & reddened eyes?
plans change
partially due to the weather
state of the roads
is that blood on the towel dear
or is it rust?
it started that day at brondanw
i saw you fallen
&
photographed you
took you to be stitched
yet could not save you
nor
any of them
you are a metaphor for death
the word fallen is used
when they were pushed
while those at home made bandages