Peppered Dog
May 25, 2024
I turned left upon entering the reservoir.
Small, petite, and golden were her eyes.
I told myself I wouldn’t divulge to much.
Details hazy.
A left peppercorn burst out into the sun.
His eye. His eye.
Ravaged with pain.
Celestial mountains combed her hair.
A nightly beauty was waiting for an old captain.
After a long day’s fishing.
