a student of timetables
now with a free pass to most places
the official times
saved to my phone and noted on paper in my back pocket , nearly lost in the chip shop that only accepts cash
it fell yet we saw it and retrieved
1.28 pm the bus home so we gets there real early and waits
by the walker
he had walked from forden the three miles up and down
used to the flatness of portsmouth wanted a ride back yet nothing forthcoming limped his way back
1.50 pm with no bus arrived the timetable lady was contacted and she explained the bus was due at 2.30 pm that my internet were wrong and no one was bothered what it said at bus stops
on her say so
nipped round to the toilets then waited patiently to 2.30 when a bus arrived going the wrong way
spoke to the timetable lady who admitted being wrong that the 1.30 came in late possibly while i was in the toilets
the next correct and last bus now 3.30 pm
i wondered what to do if that one did not arrive and secured an unnecessary plan
fortunate to afford
when safely aboard thought if those recently waiting at airports to escape
my small adventure was as nothing
sat on the town hall steps in the late september sun
thankyou for the prompt, the questions.
some times there is no answer, no words to describe.
yesterday i went alone to hold those feelings private
there was joy in the small things
chips from the shop the first for two years
ate in the sun under the particular trees
the absence of red soap and the joy of seeing the garden again, the galvanised cold frames
and wondering why only eight of her children were carved in the church recess when she bore ten
yet I tell you this
it were a lovely day with new surprises
and confirmation that I never wish to win
i went to town yesterday, saw the signs of another
world. stood in the bank some time, only one
assistant these days.
the sun colours the clouds with empathy.
an avalanche of news
and wet weather
dampened the spirit
so we nipped out between the storms
to post the letters
and that was all
did you find a pin there, did you pick it up and stick it? did you stay safe, wrap the shawl around and hold it close? did you see my life breaking, bring me pins for mending? …
drawing the child with found fabrics
watching the marks come good, no dots
yet they came
Thankyou for popping by again. Good to see you here.
Yes the noise goes on all day when they strim. There are three graveyards here and there are usually two working together.
They start in the lower, town council. Then the middle, village council, then the churchyard.
I am sad to say weed killer is employed for the edges as if there is not enough death already Keith.
it is a long time since the sun shone in long and low like that, he said. does this mean it is autumn now? it is such a pretty room. yellow.
a fancy dance delivering groceries
down the lane by the church
where the water board left those holes
guarded nicely with a temporary blue
i did not order conversation yet got it anyhow
with a sermon regarding his christianity and
i vaguely argued points yet they were not noticed
for he had sat two hours that morning and every morning praying and reading stuff
maybe had not learned to listen
so brought the food delivery indoors
and asked a refund for the substitutes
did you edit your question?
did you change your mind?
a good artist who taught for extra
a new kitchen at the french farmhouse and other things
taught as required for copying so we all looked the same
though some added bits and embellishments which caused remark
while the space between lines was so immense my head came heavy with drowsy
i did not return