wild here this morning
wind in the chimney
rain on the glass
and talking of that
little lamp blew down outside
broke
never mind
sleep was rattled by weather
thoughts of war too hard to write
yet one day i will
i guess you know more than me
i don’t know what a tent shelter is
but I can imagine
so far few plans for a day unless it clears
james
sonja benskin mesher 