Sunday, September 13, 2020

mornings in the deserted plaza

Ecstasy of Gold.

"Story, like perspective in painting, may be an invention to satisfy a need in experience for design, to build a house for feeling in time or space." --The HD Book

Beyer resurfaces.

cobblestones shower
squirrel
crosses my path

high things tell
the rules
are sometimes not the rules

one weaves
with or without the knowledge
a chill breeze lifts

my hair that escapes the mask

Rain in Dubrovnik.

"Trebly augmented was his furious mood
With bitter sense of his deepe rooted ill..."

--The Faerie Queene, I.11

Stockpile of soap no stockpile.


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