Saturday, September 26, 2009

#203 Souvenir de voyage




There was a sea-
side somewhere,
but nowhere near
the sea. We walked
along it, kicking
at rocks, ignoring
strangers until
they'd passed. "Who
was that masked
man?" I asked.
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Jim Murdoch said...

It's been a while. I'd forgotten I'd was even subscribed to this blog. Love the image (in the poem) as well as the painting - one I've not seen before too.

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