.43.

..day 43..
each day, each day the suns shines
and we stay at home
we plant the pots up, decide to order
more
wonder why we had a gardener now
we concentrate
that is such a thing with the hand steady
the birds singing we draw the line in one
sweep
draw the semi
circle
the halo appears
so joan will be
revered
if the pencil slips
she will remain
ignored
all around they live in groups
do you hear them chatting
laughing
here it comes quiet
concentrated
flowers and drawings
the story of joan, james
i think of those blue flowers
other than the red i draw
corona
i too have gasped
over colour unexpected
he looked older
i prefer when
the edges are slightly worn
i think it may be the weekend