Boots on step — thin and true

This is not a speech and not a vote. It is the shape of an evening when the canal looked like wet stone and everyone pretended they had not been standing in the doorway listening.

If you disagree, say it before Friday twenty minutes, or write mail. A thread that grows on Saturday without a note becomes a rumour, and Sander will read the rumour as bread.

Same thread next month if needed. Until then: boots, paper, mail, Friday.

Writing so Saturday does not become detective work.

I am not asking for a bed in this reply. I am asking the board to stay boring in the useful way.

See you Thursday if the weather agrees.

Bulb off. Key on the nail. I checked.

My boots are on the step. Green pair. If they are in your way, move them one metre, not into the long room.

See you Thursday if the weather agrees.

Agreed. I will not be interesting about it.

My boots are on the step. Green pair. If they are in your way, move them one metre, not into the long room.

See you Thursday if the weather agrees.

I read this walking out to the path.

I am not asking for a bed in this reply. I am asking the board to stay boring in the useful way.

That is all I have.

Writing so Saturday does not become detective work.

The orchard is wet. The barrow is where Lena said. I did not improve either situation.

Mail if it is a bed question.

I tied it back. Same cleat I found.

I am not asking for a bed in this reply. I am asking the board to stay boring in the useful way.

No drama intended.

I read this walking out to the path.

I am not asking for a bed in this reply. I am asking the board to stay boring in the useful way.

Mail if it is a bed question.