..day 22..

..day 22..

sometimes like this morning

i findy rusty stuff down the

end

i pick it up, line it up in the

shed or elsewhere

i like to think of the work

of the ingenuity of the

maker

those that are gone

and maybe i have a

photograph

him by the woodshed

her in the drive

given things

i looked for the geese

maybe they were earlier

today

maybe they will find a cure

or something to stop it

it is not a living thing

just an entity

they say

i say james

i found what to do

with all the stuff

i made it a box

only lorries on the road now