.the crocus.

i have an empathy with the poetry thing

whilst riding a bike, as i cannot as i do not

have one

i think along similar lines in other situations

that may bring forth, then i get muddled into

the situations and nothing appears until years


that is may be why when visiting somewhere

amazing i do not take photographs and just

have the pleasure of looking and tasting

i planted honesty in the garden yesterday

amongst the edges and bracken

behind me in the sun the border all a riot

of little flowers

and i felt fortunate

i took no photographs



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