it’s a thing
a thing well known has a life of its own a thing well said is already dead
a thing well known has a life of its own a thing well said is already dead
mind goes from this to that, from past to future. words and images come and go, in waves. the fog that settles in the bay sustains the mighty redwood.
making the world safe for kids to walk in takes one handshake at a time
cramping legs, calm mind beams creak, a rush of cold wind penetrates the walls