near the marches.
it is my brother’s birthday
soon, , stopped
in the village to shop.
it is a good store, post
office at the back, steaming
gently, brown paper, calculating.
the candles are dear, just one pack left,
perhaps a power cut come lately?
anadin, i tidied, whilst i waited gently.
outside she wondered at the ivy
outside to inside the place.
i could not sleep with all
the wandering through