glad to hear the snow is melting there
and that you are getting out and about

all our resaurants and pubs have closed
and no more swimming for the family
a while
despite the chlorine

he will swim the rivers and the sea
he is bolder than me
it is colder for me

we moved forward yesterday
with a few steps backwards

things broke, things were mended
cleaned and tidied

we talked over the fence, the first
in reality this week

they looked older, both had sticks
and offered supplies if necessary

two dogs
grey whippet twelve years old
and a black mixed scruffy

i watched them walk on and went
back into the studio quietly
sat a while

the others went out in their cars
and i hope they had good reason

surprised at the number of days achieved
hope you will manage ok with things and stuff

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i wondered, then you told me
now i wonder how you feel
about it

you will have time for your bike

i am on a break during this phenomena
as you know

day 7

wake to a spring day full of sunshine
out there, the cats on the door step
waiting

i have looked to my memories recently
while cleaning, a thing unexperienced
much before
except when
writing

yesterday small planes flew over
maybe it is safe up there, then
later a big old thing with propellers

it went down the valley

the other day while drawing and using
the carbon
paper i forgot

drew the lines twice
and everything went
double

i lost my email address too
a long story he says i can
tell it over coffee
when ever that may be
he is grounded too
his asthma a thing

don’t get much junk mail no more

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“Oh my sweet Saturday,
I have been waiting for you for six long days”
Charmaine J Forde, Over In Away

the night sky …
Held me sleepless and spellbound
as Friday passed into Saturday and our
pine drew down an inkling of early sun.
Shyly the clouds begin to peak at me
and the landscape is faint with magnolia,
their blooms like a gathering of teacups.

Farmers are headed here – from countryside
to town – a parking lot reserved and ready
for their industry and table-loads of greens,
strawberries and a riot of cultivated flowers.
The crows dominate the morning gossip and
count on it, they’ll be at farmers’ market too.

For now, somewhere between lauds and prime,
silent starlight gives way to sunlight and bustle
and so begins the execrations and benedictions
of the day, a clamouring of souls unleashed on
this naked city, rubbing the sleep from its eyes,
intoxicated with the sight of magnolia teacups.

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