Hands, face, space…

We have all grown accustomed to change now, and developed our ability to plan not to plan.

I think we are all 

expecting things

to lock down more

again, 

we know the score; 

I’m making sure 

we have a store

of cleaning stuff,

there is

no fuss.

Apparently the sales

of flowers

are down;

I’d like to find a barrow

and buy a bunch,

and have

a vase upon

the table.

Indoors,

the lights

along the Thames

are switching on,

it won’t be long,

until the winter

settles in,

this time.