Kay H.
| "If I could kiss your sole once again, Mother." I SAT BY THE HARBOR, TALKING TO THE WIND, LIKE A HOLLOW TREE, WEEPING FOR ANCIENT SOULS, FOR MIRACLES. IT WASN'T THE WISDOM'S SEASON THOUGH I HEARD A PASSER- BY, IN DISGUISE, WHISPERING "THE DEATH IS THE ONLY RELIEF MAN IS SCARED OF." BUT WHEN I TURNED AROUND ; OH DEAR Me- DAMN ! HE'S GONE. |
