Tempus destruit spes nostras.
They have always closely followed me.Sturdy, intelligent, vigilant, free.Dripping on wires in damp Tennessee.Fluffed…
ξαπλώνω μόνος. — Sappho
What might have been and what has beenPoint to one end, which is always present. TSE
Poetry makes nothing happen. — Auden
Poetry is curious.
Fickle time has slipped away,leaving you alone and still.So little is left to say.
Gratitude is Magick,a spell cast againstdespair and doom.
Apologies to WCW & TSE
Everything dependsupon a bright bluefolding chair bought ata yard salefor…
Han-Shan got it right: