You seed yourself like grasses in a field but also between the ochre stones of an ancient street. You bring on darkness and sunrise.
although the nation is done for, /I find new flowers. Donald Revell i. my husband tells me fireflies are dying out on the hill.
When I was a kid during the War there were telephone wires, and on those telephone wires the birds would sit and twitter and
I don’t remember who owned the shabby cabin, or how we knew it squatted unoccupied across the state line, an hour’s drive with