Tuesday, June 08, 2004

Speedwell, under the greenwood trees and out of the sun.

1. Bright blue speedwell growing in rank grass.

2. Strolling through the woods on The Common when it's hot.

3. Coming off the blindingly hot street into the windowless hall of my block. It's got a sort of dry, cellarish coolness.

Hoarders, flowers and technology.

1. In a low voice he reels off the names of the muscles where I have been hoarding all this tension. 2. He comes home with posies of flowers...