What’s your name – Jean
Where do you live
- I sold the house
What about your son – I haven’t seen him in years (conversation at respite home sometime Monday this week)
outside it’s cold. pain like those wooden teeth becoming my
nerves. i feed the squirrels, the birds. boldest squirrel clatters along fence,
with acrobatic defiance of (utilisation of) gravity leaps into tree starts on peanuts. his mate
starts on her stash, other squirrels leap and dig. both blackbirds straight
down for sultanas. a pair of robins. i make my way indoors. (action this morning, 7.30 am).
though the squirrels are grey their tails shine in the
dullness of the day. and then there are the proud blackbird eyes, so sharp.
calais. 1974. souvenir eiffel tower. rain on container lorry
window. man on forecourt, cursing.
rain on riot shields, 1985. only thoughts. only thoughts. feed
the squirrels, birds again in an hour.
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