. three degrees .

my last sunday off work

a while

we close in january

just as well with this weather

 

all is quiet in town

 

& at home

find out that

that is more to do with the rugby

than snow

 

so plans are to watch andrew marr

with coffee

no cake

am intersted in politics randomly

 

the bread pudding i bought

 

is limp & wet

& only good with cream & sugar

 

after we tidy the crog loft with soap

and ingenuity

& knit later

 

the look on her face when

i said it is for homeless

which of course includes

refugees

 

i cannot forget

yet

am starting to fathom the meaning

 

only 3 degees below this morning

 

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.the cloud reflected.

the clouds hang heavy

the mass, the clouds lay heavy, rain that came, that blinded again. blinded those that could not see the love and idle artefacts, each one a statement of nothing in particular. phased those that drove the cwm in site of home, that stopped, saw nothing. water that seeps, insidiously into mind, spoils all things.

 

 

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