is imagined

by the fire,

squeaking, playing.

back at the old house,

back from the scottish trip,

back to work,

back to painting.

and oh the buzz of glasgow,

bands, and mackintosh

buildings,

dream  the art gallery,

and senotaph,

fairy lit streets,

and

nicely placed

pigeons.

dream now the hills,

rest and be thank ful,

dream the landscape,

moving image

dreams will do

until i go back

with you

*(notes)

so, have i changed,

yes, i have become more so,

and recognise it, and laugh at it

all.