Between Bays
A bay of invented ghosts
and a bay of imagined promises.
Solitude in hindsight
was on the actual
journey between.
It’s Spring. Took some time
yesterday morning between invented and remembered bays to pretend I was on a
shore somewhere in between.
Islands Off Solitude
17”x
8” ink and watercolor
Fountain Pen: Platinum Carbon
fine point
I love it — words and picture both. And I must say, all of this “pretending” seems quite real to me.
ReplyDeletePretending these days is as close as I seem to be able to get to real:)
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