a poet thought
“Why a word?”
and then she wrought
on desert stone
“Here am I”
be passing by.
Thanks to photographer Mary Jo Bassett, who claims these are
two-thousand-year-old directions to Starbucks.
I leave to you, dear reader, all degrees of credulousness.
March 3, 2019 at 7:12 pm
And, here I thought maybe you found yourself between a rock and a hard place. 🙂 Happy Sunday, Maureen.
March 3, 2019 at 7:16 pm
Oh, GROAN!!! Good one, though! Happy Sunday to you, too, Judy!