In the winter when I look out my window I see the damaged bodies of the years and all the storms in leafless silhouettes…
all that is hidden in leafy green summer myths. My discontent is born in empty moments between farer months
and this day…
sitting on the couch with my shoes and jacket still on…because my feet want to go
somewhere…anywhere they want to feel alive.
And you? Do you look for blue in the pictures? In the mirrors and faces and the fallen angels and silent muses that replace my words?
They have so much to say.
Say anything 🙂