(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