November and the days are drawing in, it’s getting colder, and the homeless are watching for hot-air grates, dryer vents, to keep them warm. Shelters are filling up and all I can do is give to the local Food Bank …
winter afternoon 
she pushes her cart
through the rain
derelict boat
on the mud …
their wrinkled hands
a man
by the fire
railroad arch
thick clouds
cover the sun
newspaper blanket
Those Blue Shoes for ages 7-11 … Weston’s … skill in juggling time past with time present … the plot unfolds with fast-paced action, mystery, suspense and even a ghost. Joan Givner
1960willowtree 
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