Audio:
the words
I over hear in a crowd
You are impossible.
still
whisper me
on my way
make me
remember
how
to meet
the wind
how
to be
child
how
to
be
impossible
Month: June 2020
Beech Tree
rumbles and bumbles
above me
a stretch of forest all
in its own
imagination
as I linger
with its endless limbs
to let mine
grow
Bread
sparrows in a row
on the bench ahead
poised to go
stay long enough
for me to near
to remind me how
fear
for a moment
can turn
into bread