Wednesday, November 13, 2024

Red

 

At the membership desk a decorous woman replaced my Dad's name with my own 


We walked the brown meadow until my mother got hungry 


We walked through one glass building and then another 


I told her what the dots were for


I forget sometimes how little she believes me 


One of the bonsai is approximately 800 years old 


We walked to the lake but the water was gone 


What is the eye without water


We are little but flesh and bone