Be the kite. Not the string, nor the tail. Be the glorious brightly colored dragon,
You did your best from the outset. Like the noblest of Girl Scouts, you scoured
Ten years have come and gone since we last spoke. Marriages and births alike have
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
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,
Waking in the river of night. Heart in throat, cast adrift. Solitary, save for the