All night the wind chased through the trees, shaking the branches, loosening leaves and I
Waking in the river of night. Heart in throat, cast adrift. Solitary, save for the
A harmony of crickets sing on this night of the corn moon, while the silken
Sheltering in place alone in my little home, time spent on the phone becomes a
You did your best from the outset. Like the noblest of Girl Scouts, you scoured
She said she heard the sound of hoof beats thundering on a sandy shore, waves rolling in the background, their
Your memory strikes at inopportune moments: like a bright idea,
Be the kite. Not the string, nor the tail. Be the glorious brightly colored dragon,