I slip the morning round my waistAnd snip it at my thighs – I run, so young, through days undone,To childhood’s sweeter tides…
The whole sky went pinkfor a moment this morning.I thought: here comes love
monday morning work dayedges swept from eyespants pulled over purpletriangles, buttoned over…
“Find beauty. Be still.” — W. H. Murray
morning mist rolls up the fieldlike a lush line of ghost breaththe tropical depression fills…
In the hour before he wakes,before the traffic on the road becomes a riverand the starlight…