the walking partner

down the back lane there are puddles,

huge amounts of water fell, flooded the abbey ruins.

branches blown , creaking twigs while rain

stays off a while. she is a new walking partner,

quite fast, no bother.

minds empty ,we look at each other,

at sheep a while, still moving forward.

there are some now, that do not come.

this is the back lane, still

much the same.

sbm.

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