Nest building over. Time for a snack.
Early this morning, in the brightening sky, I see a half moon sniffing at the pineapple finial on the corner of the roof opposite. When I move, the moon moves behind it and then to the other side of the finial.
There is a bright, curtain of stainless steel chain in the doorway of the butcher's shop in Chapel place. You have to push your way in, separating the chains with your hands like undergrowth - a dramatic and rather satisfying form of entry.
2 comments:
You captured its crowness beautifully, Joe.
I like the idea of a chain curtain, no metaphor involved.
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