massacring a lindt bunny into pieces with a rolling pin
and passing
him
around
frying black peppercorns - laura's cooking
and embers
still glowing
in the morning
grandparents, grandchildren
buckets and buckets and buckets of tadpoles and
cold, cold
pillows
all actors in my saga of
drunken webs and
400 year old
trees
like an unfurling fern taking heed of its surroundings
guarded but bold
a cracking egg
an old person driving a mobility scooter on a
busy road
settling into ways
slowly growing wings
each hour of each day and each day of
each week
i'm
inching.
forward.
creeping,
grasping,
reaching,
toward that new beginning
for i am convinced
that in this here and now
there is
NO
place.
for the end.
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 11:08 AM UTC
massacring a lindt bunny into pieces with a rolling pin
and passing
him
around
frying black peppercorns - laura's cooking
and embers
still glowing
in the morning
grandparents, grandchildren
buckets and buckets and buckets of tadpoles and
cold, cold
pillows
all actors in my saga of
drunken webs and
400 year old
trees
like an unfurling fern taking heed of its surroundings
guarded but bold
a cracking egg
an old person driving a mobility scooter on a
busy road
settling into ways
slowly growing wings
each hour of each day and each day of
each week
i'm
inching.
forward.
creeping,
grasping,
reaching,
toward that new beginning
for i am convinced
that in this here and now
there is
NO
place.
for the end.