monday, later

it was not written early,

there was the bed to change, the washing to dry,

the neighbour’s dog. there were thoughts, yet

they were forgotten in the medly of chores.

it is written later, with coffee, the cat full of

cream.

it is a cold and frosty start, lower degrees

in edinburgh.

the sun is shining, birds fly up.

sbm.

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