Far far away on some distant dry landcoiled up like a spring in my polka skinstaring over the sea and velvet sanda reptile in me, lying deep withinanchored silently in an eastern breezesitting, waiting, hoping for turn or spin. All dumb and docile but for instinctsilently waiting, ready to announcestill but for a ripple ofContinue reading “The Yellow and Black Polka Dot Pumpkin”