The curtains open. The summer sky takes center stage. Thinks the play's the thing: but there is no King. Apart from the slash of blue & white there is little light, & the only animate object in sight, a horse's bell, has lost its smile, lips quite tight, trapped inside a night of boredom.
Sunday, July 04, 2021
#465 La Joconde (2)
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