Semi-Daily Scribbles

Slipping off the skin
Yesterday's shadow exposed
My wash-or-wear life

Cast-off weeds remind me of someone who belongs in the Long-Ago. I once knew the way and back before we got unlucky. The trick to perfect recall is to stare at the handmade signs buried beneath the floor. They will float to the surface after the rains come and colors dance to an unfamiliar tune. I have been hard at work to ensure your view of the swollen river remains unobstructed.