...picked up on a long walk and carried home in your pocket
Sunday, May 27
a walk in Dymock
forget-me-nots star the verges. cows release their streams of generous urine onto the ground. skylark song skitters high above. a field of green wheat roils in the breezes. I brush my fingers across its giant pelt as we cross from one side to the other. the sky is blue, blue, blue.