Be the kite. Not the string, nor the tail. Be the glorious brightly colored dragon,
She said she heard the sound of hoof beats thundering on a sandy shore, waves rolling in the background, their
All night the wind chased through the trees, shaking the branches, loosening leaves and I
Waking in the river of night. Heart in throat, cast adrift. Solitary, save for the
Your memory strikes at inopportune moments: like a bright idea,
Sheltering in place alone in my little home, time spent on the phone becomes a
A harmony of crickets sing on this night of the corn moon, while the silken
Ten years have come and gone since we last spoke. Marriages and births alike have
