A mindless action of sweet release
Sweet Release
The Wind’s Latest Bequest
How mercifully poignant//That I should see my reflection in a puddle on the sidewalk//Shoulders bare with the clear sky above me,//Whistling the wind's latest bequest.
Broken Sole
I walked past a young man who was standing on the sidewalk, waiting to be picked up by a friend or an Uber or something. I am guessing that's what he was doing, anyway. He was just standing there off to one side on the sidewalk, bag on the ground next to him, with a... Continue Reading →
