““The Wheatear PAUL BATCHELOR | 93 words Up for good at five, watching the small rain settle light as pollen on rosehip & nettle in my excuse for a garden, light-headed, thinking how little I had to complain of - no job, no kids, no wife; the life I chose, a life painted on glass; each girl a cure for the one before - I looked & saw a wheatear, a Saharan wheatear teetering on my excuse for a garden wall, seeing without a tear myself, an easy figure trying to recall what, if anything, he was flying from. PAUL BATCHELOR””
