...through the screen comes an image of a cloud unusually top heavy, as if rain were behind it, not inside it. To capture such a passing moment means you are there with me, just out of reach, or in a nimbus of your own. But since I think of you so often, there is this sense of time passing by me, or me passing time by means of seeing something suspicious in the sky, something not the same ever again. 3/20 sf, ca
supposed to be winter but indeed is still spring fires of the heart burn heavy and unyielding I think of colder days and stirring the snow unlikely to see it again for a while prairies hillsides trees and oceans not allowed to become what they are these, our hopeful days, try to break free
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