Sunday, 22 March
Good Morning
Jacob…
I’m due back
here once again. The last visit had only
the sound of a raven passing overhead.
The winds
had flags flapping furious that afternoon.
I snooped all about the abandoned fuel stop.
Desert sun
reveals our every action as though caught by a strobe flashing away the dark. OK, not really.
A gas
station a hundred miles from anywhere rejoices in simple expressions of
humanity.
Freed from the
confines of home we let our eyes wander and our minds wonder.
One day let
me see pictures from your thoughts.
Would you say good pictures always pose for us a question?
Love,
Dad
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