**( notes on roots)

grow deep in ground may hold us down

i noticed the same in paintings at exhibition looking out

the grave yard noticed a touch of colour by the white

red that seeps insidiously into mind

spoils all things

things that can be mended

he said that most people throw broken plates away

the mass the clouds lay heavy

rain came that blinded

again

blinded those that could not see

the love and idle artefacts each one

a statement of nothing in particular

phased those that drove the cwm

in site of home

that stopped saw nothing

water that seeps insidiously into mind

spoils all things

things that can be mended

he said that most people throw broken plates away