497 tinnitus

 Does space sound like this?

A sea of static washing

The known self away

496 east lomond

Air thick with lark song

Deer barking wind delighting

My dogs nose and feet

495 we the numbered

 The machine counts us

And it counts what we receive

Painting by numbers

494 another walk out of cannich

 A winding tree path

to the clouds our sun soaked bones

Seem to float along

493 walk out of cannich

 The road walked healing

Our stretched being finding shape 

To smile at blue sky

492 trees before cannich

 After hours of road

Sudden green arches dream us

Into the village

491 rain

 Rain on wood makes song

Rain on glass makes foreboding

Rain on brick is dead

490 blind ii

 Now he has one eye

So his head tilts for this eye

But still his tail wags