I never weeded smoke so it roomed with a ghost wearing starlight all day. My ancestors shivered with me. I swallowed campfire heat with
Lycaeides melissa samuelis Tucked inside the confines of its tiny wings, the whole sky. As it flies, the two blues blend, and it seems
I mind to my footing on this rocky trail, raise my collar against the wind’s soft howl, the sound of clattering tree branches sinking