yes i imagined it well

after trekking those miles
on return empty the machine
t fold the washing before the drying

sheets entail my arms aching
still recovering from all the moving
while walking

shall think of you
at work swinging
to jazz music

the laundry closed here on lockdown
temporarily
have not heard since
so maybe it was
permanently

inadvertently i squashed a woodhouse
today

now i beg forgiveness

we are little things

that dance in the mornings

james

by the light of the phone….