adoption
each raindrop
where do you go?
hickory nut . . .
the layers of resistance
to our self
rain cloud . . .
the pen returns
to its drawer
weekend alone
I turn off
my shadow
Sunday morning
I attend the mass
of titmice
adoption
each raindrop
where do you go?
hickory nut . . .
the layers of resistance
to our self
rain cloud . . .
the pen returns
to its drawer
weekend alone
I turn off
my shadow
Sunday morning
I attend the mass
of titmice