.peters hill.

imagine all this in pictures
and get it wrong as I have

no idea really

and find it does not matter

the music came sadly on the film
at dusk and I felt it as I glanced at
the view at the window

i think it was an oboe though not entirely
sure
yet it sure did hit the mark

today I need to write ekphrastic
and have just finished my winter
shopping order

with winter pies and puddings
for december

i remember when only rich folk had
groceries delivered

we walked up to winton and went
shop to shop

those days

liptons, maypole and the home and
colonial

and quite a few more
i liked the coal merchant on peters hill
who also sold seed

to run your hands through with permissions

james

my father was seen up there with the other woman
she limped I was told

my brothers were told not to acknowledge him
I am told