Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Monday, 7 July 2008
Up the road, afternoon
We take refuge from a shower in the school bus shelter. I try, unsatisfactorily, to compose a ghazal couplet, but later decide to drop an idea from another poem, satisfactorily.
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What a day! Scattered showers, hail, and the odd bits of sun.
I'm glad that it was a good day for poetry.
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