I
Opening balance
A field, a fence, four trees. All of it paid for by somebody. None of it mine.
Recovered from the ground
I sit in the middle because the middle is the part that is not on fire yet. That changes. It always changes.
nobody called anyone
What was left
soonCopy
Kept properly, for once
I
A field, a fence, four trees. All of it paid for by somebody. None of it mine.
II
A hundred blew in off the road and went up before it touched the grass. I was asleep. I have been blamed ever since.
III
Tuesday. Sunday. While I am eating. There is no pattern and I have spent a long summer looking for one.
IV
Nothing carried forward.
i am not good with numbers
Four of them, that is all there is