False Nettle

I am early / the train is late / the image is ubiquitous as false nettle / poetry is a red cat in a sunny window / lying to get out.

~ by bonniemcclellan on May 19, 2018.

Posted in Art and Observation, Life In Italy, Poetry and Translation
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One Response to “False Nettle”

  1. Like that, it is staccato. Thoughts that run one into another. Brain, Life. Bisous love you

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    lrichm2014 said this on May 21, 2018 at 7:50 pm | Reply

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