With Great Finesse
I saw myself coming toward me.With Great Finesse (Raanana, May 11, 2019) Walking down a dappled path On my way to the harbor for a cup of tea And the smell of salt already in the air, I saw myself coming toward me. How's it going, I asked myself. You should know, myself responded. What do you mean, I queried, Uncomprehending yet apprehensive. You really have no idea, myself secreted. Look, sir, you're far too cryptic Before my morning tea's been dru...