Today’s Postcard

Today's entry might be titled “Why I Moved to the Skerry”. In any case, it is an intentional attempt to move away from the first-person pronoun. Down-load time is an estimated 9 sec. (not bad); the picture is from the family archives. Per usual, here's the text without the images:

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He saw her on the stoop,
near the steps, smoking a cigarette
outside the health food store
he didn't know what to think

Drove home haunted by cancer
watched the road
haunted by sunset

Drove out the nightmares
by chanting his dreams