Wednesday, February 24, 2021

Something to do

with melting. Something to do with impermenance. Something to do with the otherworldly. And everything to do with home.

1 comment:

  1. repeating particles of light
    remind me of faraway places
    and the faces of the ones I once knew--
    no one enters the contest
    but we set the table anyway
    for on the hill where we met
    there were traces of deer and dogs--
    so we honor each, the running,
    the ran after--cutting through the heat
    and reaching somewhere we have never been

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