Afternoons are rainy here, black paint drips into the wet grey skies. Cold rains are coming; summer flees with a tempered wave. I'd like to read your mind, please, since I know your soul already. Estes Park, Late Summer 2013
Iron rust-worn gates holding in the childhoods Time herding memories into corners Two ruts for a road, packed down and lined with grass Apples, dusty red, almost ripe Air standing up so fresh, bitter pine and cottonwoods Dinner time, shadowless and sweaty with hay dust Light fading away with yesterday.
Ah What a wonderful feeling to be back online!! Remember: Do not be Missiled! Neither shall ye be Misled! An iPad IS NOT A COMPUTER! Blue Chicago Chicago Local Tour Guide Lara C. Hazy Blue Chicago with Visitor at the Lake Michegan Shore