sweet dreams my beauty
you're toiling more than ever
bless your heart and child
so you're a wriggler!
your mama's got you going
keep calmly wriggling
things happen, and don't
yet always old paths, hills, streams, skies
involvement, yet more
happy hols ending
somehow should pull this wagon
the show must go on
evening autumn rain
morning rice trailer shower
lunchtime river dip
where she grew you, love
many places days and nights
tired sick painful, love
narcissism more
decapitation with fire
experiments raw
years ago we walked
twixt villages: bears friends feasts
nepal; ancient here
my dog fell asleep
nose on my chest, eyelids white
blithe as an ancient
i love low pressure
when clouds fly past the moon and
all feels like the sea
flat roof carport...on...
summer winds stars sea just there
church owls...gone now...dad