writing

may be we have not written

anything today , or maybe

we have.

just not on paper or type, yet

in our minds with eyes and ears,

the smell of smoke and coldness.

it maybe we played the words

in arrangements, with feeling.

longing to walk, having to work.

the garden changes, and it may

be, that we have written this.

sbm.

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