..day 80..

did you see that christo has died?

i am wearing last year’s sandals
and they look like new
childrens
i guess i have small feet

i admire him the same as i admire
anselm keifer

while wondering if i spell them
correctly

i walked miles today
the blisters i worried over
did not materialise

first day in summer footwear

never aware that no form is
indeed a form

that randomness is recognised
as a category

the poetry group does not
meet of course
and we email the stuff
so at last i can see the format

the patterns and syllables

i may not go back
to the group if ever
all this be over

so i worked on the hedge all day
scratched, bitten and hog tired
that my head hung

we sat in bed listening
heard nothing
nothing as it came through the window
black, so beautiful