returning to the house
I am aware of its presence
I see it there reflected
in the bay window lurking
behind me on the walk
mist and sound and feel become one
blur
we are what we taste – it whispers
Chagall 2019
returning to the house
I am aware of its presence
I see it there reflected
in the bay window lurking
behind me on the walk
mist and sound and feel become one
blur
we are what we taste – it whispers
Chagall 2019