– Russell –

She sat against an angular chair tipped

back, legs propped on a railing,

relaxed, half in

sleep,

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

slowly,

gently

stroked her

leg …