**( 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