Poems in Tarot #4

            late pee in bottleshakeand wait cross fingers for blue clock hands s n a

It began well. Loneliness took a back seatIn my new surrounds, my hastily appointed,Pandemic-induced home-office

August afternoon down by the barnWith buddies doing what we do Kids across forest creek

etherealastonishing beautyevoked through rapturous lensing,swooping and gliding down rushing over stonesdescending into your depthsalongside schools

(a found poem taken from things said by people who care about my well being)

Sally, smiling with her subcutaneous-white teeth,            looks very thin now.She wears a red viscose top

In our line at the bank we are flat, silentyellow feetprayer beadsat hopeful 1 metre

I had to write your nameOn a form forThe first time today,And I misspelled it,And

When we first got the internet at home,I printed out a lot and I mean

Once I was so vast you could not see from edgeto edge, you could not