St. Francis’s feast day. More earthquakes in Assisi: hard to ignore coincidence even quiet in a cafe courtyard on the Monongahela, reading tarot with
for Kate Today I’ve been remembering summer squash; strawberries ripening; cucumber vines wound through chicken wire the way life and its absence are threaded
When I went out into the shed to find the shears my father had sent me to find, I also found the dark of