(april 2020)
..day 20..
i rang her yesterday
we laughed at how the years had passed
she said that her and her husband were
like two old folk with sticks to walk with
except they don’t have any sticks
james, i have had a form laying here for
weeks
the truth project and when it rained
i done it quick
handwriting and the ink was smudgy
it all came out the nib
the truth of it so
i stuffed it in the envelope quick and
sealed it
realised i cannot go to post it
so will ask the delivery man
i thought that today i will reopen it
to read through and type up carefully
for the record here
without alteration
i thinks i wrote it like the child i was
james
i saw a lamb just been born still
bloody, saw wrens all in the hedge
little things
later i watched an old film about cyclists
and thought of you except it was all crisp
with english accents, cotton shorts and
sandwiches
he had a bike and used to race my bus
and would be waiting at my home stop
proud of his achievement
every time
every day james
admiring your lines