stardust and rust
...or: words about the fancysparkly and dusky bellies of being
September 25, 2016
witness
i hear the geese
this morning and the cooing
of something much closer
the neighbor boy
screeches "Reid! Catch!"
and then wailing
and with this blanket
wrapped around my legs
the sun has finally come up.
sunday risen.
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