Centred

Walk with Dog in a sort of?
Rain dome?
When we look up 
rain falls from opaqueness
The horizon made of?
More of the same.
Somehow this enclosure-
this repetition-
is no constraint.



                                                                              
                                                                              
    















Comments

The Cranky said…
A womb with a view?
9 January 2014 at 06:47
Lisa Southard said…
Hehe! Thanks Jacqueline :-)
10 January 2014 at 00:05
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