June 5  2003

Eight-hundred fifty-three

the grocer in Montsegur battles eviction

I buy cherries and apricots

water and film

my thumb joint in pain as I move the pen

the air up here thin under wet grey cloud

woman on the garden terrace below

working the yard her rooster calls

and the church bell strikes midday

I eat apricots and cherries and listen

small birds never stop and the odd car

mobilising this slow steep life

my wife sleeps upstairs

the window open to the car park and gate

the woman and man of the house return

and the rain begins again





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