Apr 8, 2021
4 min read
Pardon Me While I Change In Front Of You
Even a caterpillar gets a cocoon
I disappeared for a while, a short while. It wasn’t a complete erasure. I faded into the shadows. I am now emerging, slowly. I am tiptoeing the best I can, but I’m knocking everything down. I never took ballet.
April is transitory. It is the end of things and the beginning of things. Where I live many trees are…
