Encompassing more than sense of directionA whim, a glint, an unhealthy obsessionWeathered…
The small places they went
He made me wild as fox and hareand flustered quail that flee the houndwho’s caught their scent…
I didn’t know you,But I thought I did. I looked over at you — You didn’t notice.
I sometimes think about why I do not write everydaywhy I do get empty thoughts every nightwhy I do not have…