Squinting, smiling, feeling secure or insecure…

cabin fever is forecast

Keen, in hindsight…

Indolence. so hard.

“What Mary Oliver said…”

…like Pooh Bear and Piglet doing their tiddely pom thing.

I remembered where it was

These people have their own grief…

death, decay and tourism…

“Paul loved us mightily.”

“leave it alone and it thrives”

“drunk and stupid…”

“something I meant to say…”

“…starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives.”

a lilac picked before its time

I can’t even write.

“…it is those whispers between friends that wing our lonely labors with the sense of sympathy and kinship.”

It took me years to learn how to speak.

The little bits of accelerant they favor.

He was wrong. Definitely wrong.