dreams

unfinished sandwiches 

curled at the edges 

 plum flowers

whiter than the clouds

thinking of summer

 painting the fence

the north wind lends a hand

thank you so much

 in the north wind

we decide to paint the fence

forthright in foresight 

 a fallen tree

the path deviates

then carries on

 unhappy easter 

covid recruitment sergeant 

masked priests thank god

 oh these buns

cinnamon in um as well

sticky lips

 morning sunshine 

it is the cat’s time of day

sun sniffing

the cat looks

that is essentially it

looks

 dust from Sahara 

covering the greenhouses

global warning

 flight simulator

alarm and the flaps go back

with the cat’s ears

 roaring storm

the sea has many pebbles

i have many thoughts