..day 41.

41..

i dream of angel cake soft layers of colour
shop bought
like mum did

in the lockdown the law is that we must
bake it
at home

i don’t i mainly
walk and draw

as you know

the sleeve comes longer more stylist
different than the left one come too
long

i may be able to draw hands yet
like the empty sleeve better the
shape at the end

he rode  ahead on his bike
i ran to keep up the conversation
still distanced
as if i was in
training

the farmers drove by unsmiling
later down by the gate where
the ram was caught in the wire

they waved and smiled
i watched the sewing
i watched the stars
the seating all arranged

now in the corner
i listen to cohen
and the like

james

prefer fruit really
i feels happy with
it