yet more inclusive than the mysterious day five
which was all missing pictures and imagined scenes
of sweat-drenched riches and lacquered fatigue
and yes, you're widely read amongst the hedgerows,
right down at the edges of those fields, all fallow mono,
yes, you're down with those hedgerows, who know -
usually,
you can save the sauce,
with more stock, is more salt,
or water, a little sugar,
some other powder, near-powder, toasted,
a sieve, or
all your years stirring,
when you rounded down glass, learning,
you don't put glass in it
no, you just wait for a full moon
and you leave this place
for a moment
because this cool spring night is fresh
as fresh as it can be
it has a bite to it, you know?
you try a better aside
or start again
i don't know -
you get behind the camera
in front of the flame
where small precise movements make waves
and call it rustic