Unseasonable warmth, a more agitated sunset, or maybe it wasn’t– anything can be anything, now. Say it’s eighty out, say it snowed, say it’s for our good and temporary as if this has never happened before– and I will say that this sky is pink and orange as ripe citrus, this breeze bitter as pith, this wind unsettled, this night falling harder, the way a fist does, or a downpour, or a spring-loaded door
A return again back from the bay industrial coast the shipyards by night and hunters at dawn a dispassionate racoon receeding into the woods the day become a little less wild . the difference between a plea and proclomation not too much both should know better this land intentionally left fallow . a rainy drive as forecast charmless towns without that dutch blue sky geese resting and in flight cursive, discursive get to the point […]
Twelve grapes at midnight washed down with champagne one for love and one for hatred one for kindness and one for relentlessness one for luck and one for persistence one for hope and one for remembrances one for going and one for staying and in all its sweetness and for all its bitterness another two for love
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