Saturday 20 February 2021

Now, I ain't even decided if this impossible chronicle should go last post top or bot

 But at last I do know one thing for sure

That most glorious rebellious babe last spring.

She alone on the same page

Last spring - the most sublime weather for a century.

One hundred days more or less of more or less

Unbroken sunshine.

And she about to be told the one place best of all to enjoy it

But of course she must be she and get in the way

of what should be

But had she joined me

where butts can be bared to every ray

as should have happened in a sane and just universe

I would  not yesterday

I just would not


And that is what justice means.

And poetry.

basically  bubbled up.