Борзость–гость Души моей неверной. Вот я опять, с улыбкой нежной, Держу в руках чужую трость.
DC
DC haiku
And the homeless man Yells, “Hey there, dimples!”; And I Pretend I didn’t hear.
Love rooftops.
Old Post Office in DC.
By the way, I love Ben Franklin’s grossly oversized right hand. It’s so gross but so captivating. I always want to put my hand in his. And some statues from in front of the Archives that I love.
McPherson Square. Sort of.
Looking all pretty this morning.