Something for Simon

Welcoming the bones
grounded in mortality
we number our days

Soup recipe haiku

Whatever ya got
at whatever speed ya need..
Cook. Blend. Taste. Enjoy

Eyes...

From the moment I entered the wood this morning, i felt watched. More appraised than in any malevolent way, if you understand me. Unnerving, nevertheless...

Findings

We tide-hopped along the beach this morning, the wild waves threatening our every step,
collecting rubbish and treasure
with almost equal
pleasure ...
including a carrier bag -
gold-dust in our house,
where I can put it to far better use
than can the hungry sea...

and this -
a friend enlightened me as to its use...
swore he had never inhaled
(either)

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i will hold your pain
the silence between the words
is weeping enough

Yellow Boots

We are
on your settee
I lift first one foot
then the other,
admiring my new yellow boots..

The veil shivers, shifts..

A small boy in a buggy
lifts first one foot,
then the other, 
admiring his new first shoes..

"Soos, Mummy, soos!"

We turn and smile conspiratorially,
sharing the same
insanely pleased grin..

Death of a Pigeon

With tears she wrapped my hurting feathers, gentled me to a quiet bed of grass and laid me there with soft farewell words. And now it is dark and my covering is ruffled in the night breeze. I hear the fox approach and open my eyes one last time to welcome the rain and my sweet death..