I asked the owner of this little dog if I could take his photo. He looked quite cozy and dry on a cool, wet day. But, what a mournful little face.
The door of a poet.
The poem seems to be about a kiss, with breathless anxiety being displayed, and tears trembling on wet eyelashes. (A proper interpretation is most welcome!)
There was a heavy envelope on the table outside my door. When I opened it, I found 23 postcards! Some of them are quite old, one has a 3 cent USA stamp on it. Thank you, Joann for a fun surprise, and thank you for clearing your desk drawer.