The bow bends. The bough bends.
The arrow is married to both.
Sunday, August 14, 2022
Sunday, August 7, 2022
Variant 19
Pines.
The fossilized shadows of trees
that stood here 300 years ago.
Dark with age and the knowledge
of what came to pass
and what will follow.
Snow caught in the branches
like the desire to forget
and the knowing
it can never happen.
Saturday, August 6, 2022
Variant 2
It is a good day
when the water stays within the riverbanks
and the flame stays in the fireplace.
But for how long?
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