A now-vanished newsstand held the seeds of understanding ambiguity.
Some days I want change. Today is such a day.
You haunt the edges…
Today – quarantine notwithstanding – you have a guest.
Peach tree seasons, time run soft.
Memories in a cup of peach tea.
Cocoon – for what I cannot say.
When words and world well up, dark as silt…
Let me imagine the world undone, just a glimpse.
It seems “normalcy” is in high demand.