this week

this quiet week is here
soft smelling rain tempts ideas
will I look back satisfied?

Garden Cinema

I opened the door
Was given a ticket
Was warned for the evening
Not to part with it

I walked through the house
And into the garden
Two chairs and a laptop
And small coloured lanterns

You poured me a drink
Gave me a blanket
Fed me, pressed 'play'
In our cinema so secret