Walking in the morning still moist from the night before, I blow away mosquitoes and duck pine boughs. No matter what took place in my heart last night, I know this mo(u)rning is a gem to be polished. It is a moment to be cherished and last night is a time to be embalmed and buried. I am through with it.
It is because of You only that I can find peace in this back o’ beyond, these sticks, these boonies, this place where the days merge into something brand new, if I do not stay there.
limbs stiff with worry
sorting wishes into rows