..day 18..

..day 18..

a duller day not that it mattered

i burned the waste early. grey

blue plumes fading the morning


seen from afar while out daily


one white van came slowly

asked if i was ok


it is my daily excercise &

you are doing a grand job

taking people bread in

full makeup so pretty

and pies


later she waved again as

i walked backwards to wave

to the farmer


we talked about pies later

the shapes with crimping

the shiny eggy tops with

liitle holes in the middles

made by pixies while cooling

on the sill


i guess by the conversation

we have relaxed into this

a little


which perhaps is incorrect

in these worrying times



who is listening



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