
where do I begin along these empty lines to unfold the days lay them out on the desk in carefully crafted phrases wind them in delicate circles around my body tucked into a thousand pieces of paper waiting for the north wind to catch them through the window beginning with hope laughter in the fresh crisp air days stretch over rooftops long lines left by sunsets and shadows waiting for the sky to change dust collects on shelves decades old while I sit in the half light listening to whispers and heart beats holding joy before it fades ~ la 2021