When Worlds Don’t Collide
February 26, 2025 3 Comments

The tethered dog owns a passionate hatred for the foraging squirrel
She bridles at the restraint
Her claws tearing at the dirt
As the jealous eye of her devotion
Climbs the tree in further pursuit
At her feet
Sparrows bounce and skip about
They peck at the ground
Chatter in low branches
And loft to the sky
Hey Arthur !!!! Its been a minute.
Lovely poem.
How’s life, Heather, the boyos? How are you and what are you doing?
I’m leaving Saturday for a month in San Miquel de Allende Mexico for an artist residency. Otherwise, I’m broke, no studio, and who knows?? Miss you, boyo.
Lori Nozick
Lnozickart@aol.com
La!!!
All good here. Mexico, that’s wonderful. We’re living in Philly which I never thought I’d do again but there you have it.
Let’s catch up when I return, after April 1.
Please give me your cell number, email, and home address in case I don’t have them. I have same number, email. xoxo