Fallow fields sink into fog and the outline of the hills vanishes under dense, white shadow. A pheasant as blue as peace heads heavenwards
We snapped photos on the meadow of your family land against mountains and maple. Deafening quiet. You laughed when I asked how much of
Beginning of the divine: first tearful slice, skin parting from each other like lovers, sizzling pallor, gradual darkening, then release beyond belief. Doesn’t matter