I feel so dustylike a windswept artifactleft to wallowon the shelf of lifeimmobile and unusedan onlooker…
it should have seemed odd to me that
for Keara and Joao
We are programmed for destinations,no stops along the way.Passports, tickets, cash, timetables…
In the midst of sleepI think I hear the soundof schoolchildren playingit comes back and…
Haiku
wet scent of fresh earth