for a while i thought it was monday
after planning the shopping trip in
my head
realised of course is sunday with work
at the mill
i used to take my bike to shop
a wicker basket on the front and
bags to balance
a seat on the back for the little girl
my mother did the same up to winton
the chain guard and a plastic covering
the back wheel saved her clothes from
harm
quite a way there, she would stop for
a cake at the bakers
cream slice or horn
she had a bell of course as did i
as i write that black bran birds cranks
the radio plays choral and sounds like
gwil brings wood
i may hang out the window in a while
to see
mum bought her tea set gently in parts
each week from woolworths and i still have
some of it
some is broke now glued together, fabric
was bought in sturtons, furniture paid for
weekly in the shop on peters hill
i told him about the seed merchant on
that hill, the feel, the differing types of coal
they sold that too
he uses briquettes as do i
i also have logs
my brother worked at the fishmongers
opposite on saturdays. it smelled
of course
our bikes were heavy then and i do
not remember if mum’s had gears
yet am sure it was black and her
coat was green and double buttoned
am full of thought about my visit
and the things that occurred there
in the slate place
where my family reside
the knapweed here is gone over
will be cut october while up the
graveyard behind is still in flower
they will cut it so i suggest that john
takes some for his garden
we both like long leggy plants to
grow to walk through
if it goes on this way we will not
have many members left in our
parliament
the bear sighs, turns over
has been quiet quite a while
he asked me if i am calm
i guess i am now
but i do not have a bike that works
like yours
6.53
sunday not monday yet
hair needs washing i guess