Short white dress Dyed blond hair – barely done Tanned arms and shins, Modestly crossed legs, Washed-out facial colour, An ever-fading smile, And a gaze fixed on what keeps hiding Beyond the horizon, Sometimes blurred by the apparition Of a certain husband or family, Sometimes by the lack of either, Sometimes suffocated by a passion Not felt, given, or shared, Sometimes balancing On a swimming pool springboard, Longing for the watery embrace As a kind of answer.
Hopper with a West Coast vibe...
The text could be the intro to a film noir script, friend Nikos. Deeply atmospheric!
Best Wishes - Dave :)
Thank you my friend. I miss your virtual company, I have to say, as my circumstances keep my away from Substack.
I hope all is okay, friend Nikos.
Life is such a mad journey -
an Odyssey, in truth.
Na ise kala!
Dave :)
Yes, no complaints. It’s just that a confluence of circumstances keeps me extremely busy and occupied for almost two years now. Efharisto!