After the fog lifted the colors shined
someone in the old days called them firecrackers
who knows why
In the late afternoon
the fields receded
even Rothko would have stopped
and written a note in his
notebook
When the wind blows why didn’t you let go?
When the light passes through I saw you
A mirage
In the quiet shade
Clumping in the overheated sky
Magnanimous ferns with their shadow
Siren song
Team a4yc heads to the east coast and does not forget to take the time to visit some
quiet country places.
It is a little crossroads where the people make use of what is there if they are still able.
Here the natives are the tourists of what the others are doing.