..day 105..
the storm came last evening
well, late afternoon really. we
were talking as i watched the
water fall down the window
there was none the other end
though breezy with the doors
open
the studio was an oven of
oppression
skin pricked
while
i drew the tiny coat faintly
and left to sit outside to
think
to
then carry compost round
the back
filthy then i bathed, put on
cotton pyjamas
heard the heaviness of water
drops
we have cat slide windows
here
james
water runs down
water runs everywhere
that was last evening and it all steamed later
it is morning
the mist hangs
in the place i walk
each day
that place i lived was on the news
&
for that one day i am glad i moved
away
all the other days too
i have been here a while
now
softly