weaving

I suspect it rained today
but I can't recall -
we wove our time
together like a piece
of cloth - we are
warm-coloured, not
garish or too bright -
our habits are
quiet:  simple clothes
simple food

we don't need much
in life and what we
have we love - this is
a week for not
moving, for rest
and beating the blues,
subduing the grey,
being happy, resting
the body with
nothing to prove.

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