10/31/22

Dream. 2013

The dawn light was a dazzling naplam bright on a planet armed to the peaks.
Pist toasted me with a glass of sparkling wine in the kitchen. Bombs away, baby, he said.
I woke, choking.

1 comment:

michael said...

glad to see you have been blogging again. i'd quit checking after awhile, but just now i looked at your last 2 years of photos, such terrific photos, wow.

condolences for your loss. take care,

michael helsem