it was nice and spooky waiting for your eyes to adjust. here the littles walk through the walls of light. note that the girl in pink had fallen and in this long exposure (i stood still) (but you can discern the tremor of a heartbeat) gets up.
This is the poetry blog of Jennifer Michael Hecht. There are other places where I blog lucidly, here I post what rises and converges. Welcome! It is called Dear Fonzie because the Fonz, fictional though he be, seems like a good listener.