– Russell –


She sat against an angular chair tipped

back, legs propped on a railing,

relaxed, half in


trusting ….


Their streams of picture words

meandered along common

pathways …


They were two old friends with shared lives from the

beginning of

time …


He spoke with gravely,  slow resonance of past

glory, sad love taken … crazy half

formed thoughts and

ideas …

tenderly given from

his gentle

soul …


His thoughts and words could have been

beautiful were they not so curled

about …


But it didn’t matter …

the distant past played its

familiar, comforting

role …


They talked about life through a kaleidoscope lens of

colors slightly

out of

focus …


 Events and people

shared while he



stroked her

leg …

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