Visit

Margaret visits. City unhinged behind us. Moet glasses filled, long noon crsip. Autumn light filters in. Talked of this and that, destruction of universe, reckless fundamentalists, climate change. Burning joss-sticks, paper money for hungry ghosts pollute. Believe in God? I said no, pursued it no further. End life when terminal, agreed. Donate body parts, I said. She said, no, we disagreed. Judge not your fellow beings, Deepak Chopra. Photography is good, says so much. Why do we write? We have something to say. The day moves on, out through the sliding doors into the garden. Good bye. Keep in touch.