listen, take a paper clip,
pinch the grey edge of what we call
‘today’s lonely errands.’
later, thumb through them.
marvel at how many,
how bright they might have been
in the good company
of ‘move closer not away.’
kf | Meadow Street, Littleton, NH
I will make my moon
of words not spoken
set the shimmer of silence cycling
through the deep quiet of sky
that is the night
we each carry inside.
kc | Bridge Road, Northampton, MA