The Atmosphere Contains White Teacups

Dream 2 – Excerpt from My Journal – October 6th, 2007.

Across the railway tracks I see Simon, our caretaker, at the top of the telephone pole that stands there.  He is carefully wrapping a large piece of white cotton muslin over the top area of the pole; left over right – right over left.  We exchange short conversation as the frosty-wet, misty, sleety atmosphere contains us.  He says, “The most important things are to:  meet, greet, eat, in life.” We smile and laugh, and I go back inside the Seastrand at our east entrance, near Pauline’s suite.              – The end –

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2 thoughts on “The Atmosphere Contains White Teacups

  1. I adore this!! and the nifty poem I call a poem afterwards!! Jack Grapes says
    the only difference between poetry & prose it the line breaks!! Tremendous shot! I just published your pay phone shot at Foto Fetish!! 🙂

    1. Lisa, you’re wonderful!! Thank you for everything. I love receiving Jack’s wisdom from you. If it isn’t telephones, it’s telephone poles… I could hear this one crackling! xxoo

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