MARK AS UNREAD:
Essex out of character,
Is unusually dower,
As I step off the train into a bitter wind,
The voice on the phone is struggling,
Going down the rabbit hole,
In a Birmingham state of mind circa ’73,
From screen to page,
From mouth to ear,
Satchmo singing ‘Summertime’
Too many flats,
Too many sharps,
Too many people without names.
(K)
Overload
🚩*
Outside i’m alway’s looking for the parking in the dark but….:)
Looks like you’ve been busy pruning a tree Karl, work I find of such benefit to body and spirit. There’s that hope of bringing a struggling tree back to life and the prospect of rich pickings of fruit and wood later on.