had an enamel stove from the fifties

that worked all those years

until the fuse box was upgraded

it had to be replaced
so I unpicked the parts
and kept a few few for use
in the house and other compartments

i have a photo here of up the valley
where they used to stook the harvest
all the family out working the fields

in the evening it came cooler
for rest

and oh the taste of heat against the cold
on the tongue

no icecream here just yet
mainly fruit these days

i may be able to find those photographs
on the memory


which was meant to be orange

they sent red

next time I ordered pink

they sent pink