we search, to wander, hoping not for repetition, hoping to find little journeys &
to cut, copy and paste.an interview.
there is a need to pace about, wave the paper, move the arms. need to pause and counter act. if this thing will work. maybe moving eliminates the standing …
she said hello, smiled. i smiled back with no regret. the books are left tied tightly. woke up to see the shy pink. clouds. we stood together working pushing rags through to make things neater.
then leave it. out into the only world you know. anxiety comes with the unfamiliar.
into town while your back hurts edging into breaking. meet the one who instigates recycling for its sake and others.
how to say it, that the mind wanders, that filth detracts from the everyday.
we wander through where the fence should be, not minding the delay. you see
we left early to visit clear pools of water, the mountain sloped. here we ambled
among sheep. watched the bug glide the water, sucked down the fish leap. storm past.
i have said it before.
we are older now.