Showing posts with label submerged and reflected. Show all posts
Showing posts with label submerged and reflected. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Submerged


The cut tree trunk oozes -- liquid reflection.  And the red? A marker for something now forgotten  or made useless.  Perhaps, a punctuation mark.  Why now am I thinking of the liquid from cooked pasta flowing down the kitchen drain?  Or all the words that bled off a page all these years?  Where do these written gestures end up?