A Day in Škofja Loka - River River Writers Circle
I don’t notice the cobbled bridge I cross, the stone walls along the river. I don’t look up at the terra cotta walls, the open shuttered windows, red carnations. I wander faithless, unmade, over Capuchin’s bridge. I wander lost, unearthed, through the square, past the stone fountain. I wander ravaged, in the smoldering heat. The … Continue reading "A Day in Škofja Loka"