Dust motes and black mould. Stiff neck and sore back. Sipping green tea. People are mowing the grass and cutting the branches outside.
after cleaning house
staring at the clouds moving
cut grass
under the same roof
we all sleep
let us peel
the potatoes
for evening supper
bell bottom
clouds
I have borrowed
my brother's jeans
there is no wind
to carry
the closing of spring