mill town

wrap the house around you, then leave it. out into the only world you know. anxiety comes with the unfamiliar. they call down the chimney.

so i will go back. look at the buildings. two museums hiding,. look at the buildings,

this is a mill town.

i watched you both so kind to each other. apparently

the drive home that feeling came again, after all those years.

some days are soothing, having made a new pattern. we have heavy work.all those years ago when i followed instructions never thought that i can change them.

so i got home and the wind has blown some of the leaves away…. surprised to find I was crying quietly.

yet we still wander touching. personal items.

beware the glass, it rattles. beware the clever words. at the mill the cloth is heavy