I so late
Nothing to do
Nowhere to be
No one to talk to
No one to see
I stand on the balcony throwing pine cones at the squirrels stretched out on the branches within reach of my zucchini pots.
I have lousy aim.
They just look at me.
“Enter when you will, take what you need, leave something of yourself when you go” I have a friend I met over a bottle of scotch in a Brandywine Valley bed & breakfast some odd years ago who travels constantly and widely, sending me bits and pieces of the world as he goes. Each picture […]
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