nice you left the dust to ride your bike
to be out in the open
air comes clean
and the birds sing different
the summer chat done
september garden
the cats bewildered that the wild
patch of grass be gone
the looks like thunder
wasps flew gently low
all things preparing to include
joan
she has new clothes ready for winter walking
stick a soles for the old boots
as old as he is dead
she came yesterday all red hair and smudges
all red dress and no arms
they suggest I cannot draw those
and why should I?
she has none
and I shall not go to lampeter
my walnuts now come in packets.
sonja benskin mesher 