All posts tagged: Drifting

All Day, Just This

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Poetry

All day I am sitting. On that bench. There is some wind nearby I recognize, or maybe it is this: a dove has flown through the doorway? The sky I mean. Two timbers and a lintel in my mind, and the clouds that are playing house upon the ocean. A dove has formed from the sky and my heart trembles because it knows of such things, and also because all day I am sitting on […]