12.2.14

12.2.14 lines, let me hold you help me lift the grey, keep open a space  for the tender and blinding language of loss. together we shoulder the private weight of loneliness, the weightlessness of letting go.

lines, let me hold you
help me lift the grey,
keep open a space
for the tender and blinding
language of loss.
together we shoulder
the private weight of loneliness,
the weightlessness of letting go.

kf | Main Street, Bethlehem, NH

in the long season of reaching give yourself this afternoon when all admirable efforts of standing soften  at the touch  of each increment of blue

in the long season of reaching
give yourself this afternoon
when all admirable efforts of standing soften
at the touch
of each increment of blue

kc | Groff Park, Amherst, MA

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