Postcard: 29.Dec.2003Playing solitaire at 3 a.m.
the cards fall as in a dream
I still don't win
I realize not much matches in all this. The pj top clashes against the lounge-pant bottom. The text of the poem clashes against the picture (a rare view of your correspondent). I guess that's what happens when the poet awakes at 3:30 in the a.m. "Official" postcard version of this will be posted early next week. By the way, the picture is currently titled "Portrait of Early Morning Song", and has been subjected to limited editing (e.g., reduction of red eye).