Frozen in place for a while longer while seagulls crack open clams perfectly chilled and salted just so Still but for the gentle vibrations and storm-tossed shakes of the brittle branch stretching over a sleeping spirea Warmed from mid-day to near dusk when the sun beats down between the solid roof and the weak limbs… Continue reading Blossom
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Small Boy
A friend recently asked me about Time.
