Monday

  • the grey sky is a smothering blanket
  • the new power line stepped its this then that way path. Not the engineer’s straight rule instead the twists and turns created by farms, rivers, sand and the ready access of these older roads to plonk those grey short limbed effigies along their way.
  • two nose rings, blue eye-liner, thumb ring, quiet lipstick, parted waved auburn hair way down, an aquiline nose but only when she looks down to put things away. Writing her journal (the cover says so) in blue biro and the Peruvian scarf’s tassles rock with the train and the brush flick of the biro.