the window sill, the settee for a time and then a bolt from the blue streaks forth followed by thunder a wrecking bent on chaos to thwart my forward movement
sunnier than I have been since snow fell in December enough clover to eat which feels good to my feet yet I need to remember Spring’s unpredictable often unmerciful I stay awake, stay limber
When dogs enter the sheep field kyrie eleison six bowls of dented cars and flowers flattened to the earth crushed to blackened and broken biers If God hates me, then I am lost kyrie eleison Tall grasses twitch in gusts popping past inching them low, lower, lowest. kyrie eleison Bodies, did I say bodies? stiff and cold, gone of breath, beat and beauty is an unreasonable angle to behold. kyrie eleison