11

Chipped and Cheap

At a cottage with its whistles, and grass

thrown by thistles, it is so lovely to idly

entertain. The sand hides in the water,

the fish die on the sand and a stream sat bare to

pick, though its pickings; chipped and cheap.



Squatters’ hands are doing nothing of

use. Pulling at each other’s collars while

ignoring flat screams. Their faith likely

contrasts the need. Only feeding into the

absence to throw spring’s fresh mulberries

along the path. It helps to learn of the season.