Sleep is not
what it used to be
and blue is not what
it used to be
not the blue
I remember
We have our own bird
blind near the dining table (the blinds).
Makes us feel as if
we are not seen. But the crows
always see. Always. They flinch
at shadows, as well they should.
Birds. A surprisingly
cutthroat bunch
So much to say that I'll
never say.
I'm waiting for the gesso
to dry. We did not venture out
today. I'm waiting for the line
to appear
to run its course
