Close my eyes; not tight shut, but closed.
I see it.
It loses weight, deflates.
Crisp, not sharp.
Hours like this.
Soon I can let them open,
open to see,
it has passed.
[Berlin. Intercontinental Hotel. Photographs of photographs]
Transporting! Both the writing and images…
The words and images, each in themselves deep and poetic, combine to enhance each other. You make me feel guilty for being so lazy lately. Bravo.
Hey, thanks for this. It is a new endeavor for me. Hopefully, I can keep it up. Hope all is good with you.