I don't know if its a good idea or not to stay in one place all the time. Somebody had to stay and take care of the old folks. Dubrovnik Through days of endless sun we bathe in the blue green sea. Evening comes, rose clouds on towers, walls rooted in darkening rock. We enter the village arch where jazz and voices flow like sweet water over polished stone streets.
Bells toll the morning hour.
He hit my head again and again against the wall always in the same place until my eye turned inward. I smile when I see my nose no longer twisted but beautiful as it was before. The scars of knife and cigarettes, the scars in memory- fade in the mirror, fade in my mind. No one but me notices the cheek bone no longer flat but curved like a wing. My eye is open now.