.43.

..day 43..

each day, each day the suns shines
and we stay at home

we plant the pots up, decide to order
more

wonder why we had a gardener now
we concentrate

that is such a thing with the hand steady
the birds singing we draw the line in one

sweep
draw the semi
circle

the halo appears
so joan will be
revered

if the pencil slips
she will remain
ignored

all around they live in groups
do you hear them chatting
laughing

here it comes quiet
concentrated

flowers and drawings
the story of joan, james

i think of those blue flowers
other than the red i draw
corona

i too have gasped
over colour unexpected

he looked older
i prefer when
the edges are slightly worn

i think it may be the weekend