yesterday's wind has generated a rich harvest
i arrive at the studio laden with fragrant greenery
now you see it
now you don't
it goes into the pot
and then
i have breakfast
lovely rosemary and olive bread
salvaged from the supper table
outside the window
there is a passing parade
inside i inhale the aroma of the dyepot
and play with shapes that echo those of the containers
on the boats
eventually my dumpling is cooked
and the alarm on my batfone alerts me to my responsibilities
so
i speedwalk back in to the city
and put on a frock for the exhibition opening
am pretty sure some folks in the street think
that i am dressing up for Halloween
i think more people should wear frocks with big skirts
that hide a multitude of sins
[as opposed to the sins of a multitude]
94 starving students turn up
eat cheese and vegetable bits
do a circuit of the space
and rush off to get stuck into Halloween
[i'm told this is an excellent turnout]
meanwhile i am given a splendid bunch
of very red flowers
for which
i
am
grateful