walking about myneighborhood listeningas Debussy fillsthe day with nocturnes scurrying squirrelsleap toward safetyfrom the old thinkerplodding on along is there more bird song?do feathered cousinswhistling
Desire-Friendship-Charity: Will you risk yourself for love?
Turning over: awake
Bloody birth wriggling from the womb. Cries of life after the first difficult breath. How to grasp this new thread Tightening itself within the tapestry?