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the old blanket is new, a find from brynkir mill, the new blanket is old, have had it a while. “I watch the blanket breathe, hope it will never stop. pinc, cellular, keeping warm, the one I love. scares me, this intensity of feeling, that never stops, and continues when the blanket lays quiet…… pinc…

some people seeking perfection, their dream in music decline. have their own reality, ideals, unreasonable requests. we found the shade, missed any remarkable rainfall, ate the cherries, at the royal welsh. no are no demands, no disappointments. these are the days, a repetition. sbm.

how small.   how white the child, skin rinsed with tears.     salt in the wind. ©sbm

there is a laybye , the field so pretty to park by, the gate to lean. will you report the fire? no i stopped to admire. i had seen the stack before, the logs laid neatly, all was ready then, now your flames attract me, to talk of lambs and springtimes. it is from the…

it is the way of things, while there are birds.   while you read, you will not understand  all words, that is the way of things, soak those stains in washings.   then look quietly, see a new.   cellular memory, let be, and learn, that small birds fly up.   sbm.  

. littled things .

balancing now first time, although the coins don’t quite fit the tray, using the pointed pen, keeping neatly.   have done this a while, got the rhythm, the style of dressage and deportment for one of our station.   i don’t have a badge, so look with confidence, courage so they know.      …

it is the moth that speaks. the jaw holds the teeth. ..