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.