a little naiveté January 3, 2017 by Anita Lorraine Leave a comment He did not come in through the bathroom window, but I saw him through the kitchen. The wind carried him over like a green leaf falling before turning red and ripe. I fell. Like mad. Then I arose, with the vapors of reality. Share this:TwitterFacebookMoreRedditTumblrPinterestLike this:Like Loading... Related Author: Anita Lorraine Woman, musician, grassroots organizer, poet. I sing and work for the struggle for justice & I talk politics and religion at the dinner table.