Sunday, December 13, 2020

hidden behind the leaves


with salt and pepper stubble hidden beneath my disreputable navy blue cap, it's a villainous look I have, thought master ko, but barring this leer, I look honest enough ha ha ha thinking allusions no doubt are satisfying bits with the rhyming nuance of illusion to boot ... more better that ... walking through this small coastal town, fog at sea and gulls a-wing and free, bereft would be a world without birds, connotations, too, arising, circling, bereft and dank like a muddy bottom on an ebbing tide in the fog

photograph by g simoni

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