.mixed metaphors.


I cannot remember the date it occurred, possibly early autumn.


We noticed he was eating more than usual, a whole swiss roll after meals. Then he fell off his bike, and a neighbour brought him home. He worked on the railway, cycled the eight miles to the station; it was on Leybourne hill he collapsed.

Only we did not think of it as a collapse until the doctor came.




once again we come back to ourselves, our life ,

the reality of  things, we stumble through



while all around is trembling , we weave together

with dreams and possibilies.


there is not much more to add, it is lighter

now.                                       birds sing early.


once again we come back to ourselves.







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