It’s winter, and we’re reading,~
You in a sofa corner,~
Me out here on the frozen wash~
water Wobbling at the rims of my eyes,~
Yours reflecting off a cool, dark screen..~
I blink to see in watercolour,~
Brushing print to faintest grey~
When 2 whoopers enhance the page~
Rising, runny white, bleeding~
and sort of staying on the same page/~
I fold them in to show you soon.
I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again: I hope one day you’ll consider a book 😊
(Unbound maybe?)
Whatever, your words and images continue to bring joy 😊
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Thank you Sandra. It’s so nice to know they can bring you that so thank you for the limb of encouragement as ever 🙂
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