#192-Wings
08/02/2018
Leftover relics from our lunch at a small seaside restaurant… She ate them slowly, relishing the delicate flavor. And while eating, began playing – arranging, re-arranging, organizing. I looked on, but my mind was elsewhere. She finished, took a few pictures, we paid, and drove home. Later I saw the pictures and remembered the moments.
Art, while we ate.
Me, drifting in hyperspace.
A picture to capture the past,
And a plateful of empty seashells,
Like butterflies.
