Downtime
When I withdraw from the roster of worldly duties when I’m with myself cawing of crows bothers me more than before. I like to bombinate. When I get used to its pace, ravines belong to another sequel. Hortative voices within…
The line
I went to the waters, Salty myself, Saw a line, Between the seas and heavens, And thought to myself- Maybe, maybe That is where we stood apart Here’s to the branches That held us, And to the prime number That…