cloud being
cool, heavy spring mist penetrates earth, leaves, bones, mind no visible path
cool, heavy spring mist penetrates earth, leaves, bones, mind no visible path
more instruments in one house than hands to play them: lonesome museum
poems put off ’til night often turn a cold shoulder, shun all advances
placeholder text for a poem about now, titled “irreplaceable”
hermit, sequestered what brings him out of the cave? the voice of a friend