The Hive-
A book is like a garden carried in the pocket
In the flood indoors all I see is
Your words are your gift.
Do you know what real joy feels like?
Calming down with a song,
typewriter
Poet’s note:
Went minimalist with this one for day 16!
Does one play favorites
I don’t quite remember the exact moment when it all started.
Of course, I wasn’t really keeping track of time as it passed me by.
But somehow, somewhere, in the time between kid school and grad school,