.50.

.day 50..

the flowers are corona as you know
now
they escape it seems
and spread about

i went back with resolve to be
untidy
then looked at the extra sleeve
and got excited

so back to the drawing board
hardboard

to work again on this corona
angel

joan
she is always joan
the other one

i like the word truck
he has one next door
full of things that
farmers need and
tied with bits of orange
string like farmers have

he strimmed that path yesterday
while i hung out the window to
watch the flowers die

we talked about the hedgehog
the evidence

food delivery arrived and
they forgot the chocolate

so i ate some icecream
it made me feel dizzy
james

50 days!

quietly