RE-VILLAGE

I live under the wheel. I've re tiled the roof. There's a happy breeze today. The clouds will always be yellow. I can touch them. I'm inside them. The door to my shed squeaks. The water smells rusty, cold. Waleye try to scale the waterfall. I collected acorns from the tree. The squirrel talks to me. He's going to be safe in the winter. I look into his little tree hole home. He's collected bits of grass and sticks around the water wheel. He's my special friend, the squirrel. Serval clouds looked like wolves today. I counted them as they rode by the orange sky. I smell the leaves. Rotten, dry. Wet. They collect next to the water wheel. I can stand on the ledge of it and watch the water spin.