• US: East/South
• New Zealand
• US: West/North
• Folly Cove
Mrs. Starr was a painter
her body betrayed her.
Now her vision hangs on museum walls.
When she greets me at the door, she'll pause
to feel my face.
Long, arthritic fingers
(She leads me to her drawing room.)
"Do tell me about your trip," she urges, excitedly.
And as I set the scene,
she sips her tea, attentively,
and strokes a green-eyed cat
that's curled up in her lap.
"Marcel Proust said that the real voyage of discovery
lies not in seeing new landscapes, but
in having new eyes," I sum up,
"New eyes!" she marvels...sighs...
sip enroute to lips.