If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?



Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Briefly on Nightwalking

Daylilies grew wild in the ditch alongside the road, thick. In the moonlight, their closed, puckered, flowers seemed beneath water, a school of some pale invertebrate, plunging. 


No comments:

Post a Comment

Feel free...