Asylum Somber, snow-covered vales. Windless calm. Winter shadows sleep soundly on the frozen ground. Snowbound. I gaze out my frost-rimmed window at the blue, imprisoned pond. Dark, quiescent. I linger overlong. The low-slung moon hovers just over the horizon. Sly and slender. The Great Deceiver, the Old Pretender. Left-hand love. Old longings half remembered. I…
Asylum by Richard G. Bouchard
