Narrow in flight,
the fox sails through the night.
Soundless and sleek
who knows what he seeks:
a mouse,
or a den
safe from rain and wind?
Who knows where he goes:
just here
or far there?
The fox sails through my lights
and out of sight.
100 Day Project 2026
Here are the first eight days of my project. (Tip: You can click on the pix to see details.) I've been printing out little sets of writi...
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I am waiting for you. Where do you wait? In Florida with retirees? South along the Gulf of Mexico? All the way home to sunny Mexico? Is anyo...
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