The pigeons may be on vacation for a day or two or a few, or they may decide to duck in the window out of the spring snow and say hello.
Either way, pay attention to the words that tumble out of the moments between asleep and awake, awake and asleep.
There is where the coded messages take wing.
If we weren’t in SD, it wouldn’t still be today. I’m not sure it even is, anyway. What am I going to do, for my part, about the horrors that are overtaking my country?
youth is green moss racing from tree to tree to tree
and what, for my part, am i going to do for my family, the nearly departing and the barely embarked, in the maelstrom of these horrors? from where do i draw the strength?
These are not rhetorical questions.
They are what I am working on.
You and me both, friend. Let me know if you find any answers