Monday, July 10, 2023

Potatoes, even smaller and sweetpeas.

1. The smoothness of potatoes in the dusty earth.

2. The left-behind brown shells of dragon fly nymphs cling to reeds by the water. I draw one up the reed for a closer look. Its empty tail still articulates, and it clings to the ridges on my fingers as if alive. Pale mites run in circles over the glossy chitin armour plates.

3. The silky great-auntish colours of sweetpea flowers.

Over the field, the path divides and perished.

1. After the bridge, the hard path cuts across the middle of a grass field spangled with buttercups. 2. The hard path continues left; or the...