Nescio (23)

NESCIO (23)

The priestess recovered, rose with the sun.

She knew she must finish what she'd begun.

Now, then.

The sister was happy: apparently complete.

The brother's contentment would yet prove a feat.

The priestess soon found herself back on the street.

Looking for signs . . .

The priestess' feet were blistered and sore.

She remained unconvinced she could take traipsing much more.

The street had become increasingly confusing.

The priestess blamed this on photographic modernism.

Of course, she endorsed Graham Clarke's reading, but the fact was Friedlander had made sign-reading bemusing.

Reflections were hampering her success.