liking rags
i move on
with differing
music

the trial by glass

oh.

it is decided after talking to the bear
and eating bread ends
that indeed you may take
what you wish as it is
not only ours

we want to help too
all of us one human heart

the bear noted it is a little
in these circumstances

thankyou

hopefully the bear may sleep a while

now

gently gently make those little
amendments

make things interesting

move it about

found a new way to focus

block out the bad
the negative thought

not many liked it yet
I knew I had learned some thing
valuable

something to remember

little bits of paper

shredded

&

kept

until useful

sms

the air moves

on my face.

i turn

look past the curtain

i sometimes sit and think of this, sometimes   dream
in bed, often in yellow.

or blue which
 
covers the

land in places, my eyes           smarting.

said he didn’t watch it much while things are unsettled

over there

a poor choice of word maybe

perhaps not alarmist.

we asked if he referred to the war

which we consider affects us all

he nodded then sat down in his garden chair

into the wild wood

feet plant into earth

again

skin sharp with lingered  frost

dust motes sing my heart high

do we describe what we see or maybe
tell the tale inside
 
round the corner on the wall
are the bullet holes