a little naiveté January 3, 2017 by Anita Lorraine Moore 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... Author: Anita Lorraine Moore Woman, musician, teacher, poet, tarot reader, artist, sewing is also a meditative passion. I work for the struggle for justice & I talk politics and religion at the dinner table.