a rising tide lifts all
The sun came in with glabrous qualms,demanding a presence before the chilled seasons were done;it seared past the clouds, and scared off the rain;the may flowers withered into fertile beds again.In the center of the town, though, the people rejoiced,buying bathing suits and sandals for double last year’s average price;salt and shovels were haphazardly shoved…
tear glazed, after William Carlos Williams, unwittingly so.
I watched an SUV barrel through a patch of chickens crossing the road without cause the downstairs neighbor apologized as we bumped shoulders collecting mail from the rain
I have absolutely lost my mind and for sure it is never coming back. This year has made a wreck of us all I’m sure; there are no therapists or tattoo artists with open books these days so I’ve taken instead to kitchen pottery the kind a home-bound geriatric’s descendants would relent to the depths…
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Perhaps That’s Been the Story of Life
just as I will miss the full spectrum of sunset shades when the leaves return to the trees, which I can see now only so far and bright laying a creamsicle calm over the city because the branches bare because the winter persists just as I will try, on summer evenings to find a better…