Frank Corcoran

Another pre-dawn dawns. No harm in that. Soon, the annual lift-off, Lazio to Hamburg, Latium ad Hammoniam. ( does “space” exist ? I have mine. Here…. ) Soon my sky will be streaked. Trailing clouds of glory, kerosene. Good work done this now closed year. ( It was not to be pre-viewed, of course; no guarantee at the beginning of any Spring that the music´ll flow, the milk of humanity, human thought-flow, thoughtful. Yet it did.
This now closed year.