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
Tags: cats, false nettle, Lombard Suite, my work, poetry, selfies, the ubiquitous image
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Like that, it is staccato. Thoughts that run one into another. Brain, Life. Bisous love you
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