Sunday, June 16, 2019

Age


These are the years
of the lone park bench,
of empty harbours
and sunken ships. And yet
there’s a spaciousness
to this abandon
that keeps
insisting
it’s a sort of love. So
why should I fear
such a rich aloneness
when I’ve spent  lifetime
creating it for myself?

Peter Bland



The second line parade for Dr. John:





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