so here i am, moving forward grey mornings bring progress that's what they said when Leland Stanford was condemning the Chinese to slavery for a railroad
i want that one thing i want to hold it in my hand like the beating wings of a tiny bird, or the fragility of a baby's trust to have it, to say; this makes me worthy.
i'm jumping onto the box car with a knapsack and a sandwich and my hat, hoping to cross the country and be okay at the other end. here i am.