old house
cold seeps up through floor damp soaks bones heart drums with dawn bird song rain-breath-sound
cold seeps up through floor damp soaks bones heart drums with dawn bird song rain-breath-sound
for blg taking advantage of a break in the rain, i delight in a riot of blossoms. spring, indeed! in such a tough-love neighborhood as this, who knew there were so many prayer flags?
do we tell our child she’s singing out of tune? or encourage her babble? when do we become accountable for our attempts to sing? or an arbiter of taste?
for jt in between bouts of relentless rain, the moon, unencumbered by clouds, sings of the glorious spring to come. my neighbor- i hope she shares this auspicious moment
these poems i’m reading go on and on and on image upon image, tough to decode i can’t say that they’re good or bad, but only that my heart is getting poor reception