Dear... Salerno
Burning Sage
A love letter sent?
Well, as I sit, park benched in the most serene picturesque setting in the world to Tommy Emmanuel’s Lewis & Clarke, I cant help but imagine the only thing missing to make that picture a little more picturesque and serene, would be to have you sitting next to me.
So many people are going about their lives. Bicycles, pigeons and Dutch dresses flirting in the evening wind...
All I can come back to is one amazing night in New Jersey. Trading impersonations with a Witch. The tale of a Kiwi and a New Jersey Witch begins.
Anon
How many tales will ever be told by a man in his mid 30’s eating raspberries by a Canal. About 30 Dutch anal beads deep into a pottle of truffles. Off on an adventure to find a bottle of Belgian Weiss recommended by a fellow Oamaru-vian.
Shall he let the tall poppies of home get the better of him? Not this time.
Exchanging winks with girls in windows I cannot return. But this could only be damning with such a fruitful horizon.
So sitting by a Dutch canal to Tommy Emmanuel’s Lewis and Clarke, daydreaming of Salerno, a man and his Raspberries will remain.