loose threads

a smattering of things

  • A little bee hovers beside my plants,
    its body a precise machine
    It regards me from a distance -
    Hello, large friend -
    and alights on a leaf no wider than my thumbnail

    -rjm
  • So I’ll keep running for you, love
    amidst the brambles and hedgerows
    until the breathless reveal

    -rjm