Wednesday, September 25, 2019

Grain & face

We see the tangible in clouds, too.  Or in the landscape of food on a plate we remember where we've lived.  We read the fingerprint of the author in a poem.  Makes me smile.  How about you?

1 comment:

  1. She washes windows carefully in the cool of the morning, all surfaces damp with beginning. With each swipe of the cloth she checks the new clarity, removes a layer of time, bends and stretches, does it again.