The Museum

Every morning I wake and go to my kitchen to brew my large mug of coffee. Some mornings she catches my eye more than other mornings. When I get on a writing jag, I can not help but stop in my tracks and gaze down the road of our run together, that is a long one because I can not get her out of mind, these days, ever since I picked up a brush to do my latest portrait of Rena, and lift the lid on my laptop to capture her in words. I am like a kid with a box, a stick, and a very long string. I wait for her, my ‘Pretty Bird’, to come into my trap.

On my easel in the dining room I have placed a 30 X 36 inch blow-up of Rena Victoria’s photo she gave me the last time I saw…