I SIT IN THE ABBEY GRAVEYARDTHIS  SUMMERS DAY IN AUGUST THE TWELFT OF AUGUST I WAS THINKING OF NOTHING  CLEARING MY CLUTTERED MIND  I LISTEN TO A ROBIN SINGING HIDING ITS WINGS IN A BRANCH OVERHEAD  A PIGEON CLAPS ITS WINGS  IN APPRECIATION  I LIFT MYSELF  SAY A PRAYER THEN STROLL BACK TO MY FIGURES… Continue reading I SIT IN THE ABBEY GRAVEYARD