It’s still gnat light over the porch steps. The creak near the front of the board you’d stand on and draw in night had
We are surprisingly lightweight, reusable, some made from sand. We would crumble to the touch without the coating so fragile so silent thousands of
The woman beside him sighs, she must go to support group. Her hands climb up his waving arm and tug, like a kite string,
—for Julia and Robert I want to give you a poem with a pond in it, and if you see a heron glide down,