Before this — I went exploring Despite the digital camera’s POV — the sun hadn’t threatened to rise yet 48 degrees Fahrenheit — half dream — pretensions of being awake — everything melting There’s something innately untrustworthy about a shadow with a camera I’ve never had to be so careful in a dream before Any moment now — we’ll be washed away We left our marks — but they will be covered Even the marks we make are malleable Dancing — dancing — one shape becomes another Now we went shopping before How quickly we forget — what it was like before Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 12(Happy 23),2022
Every line a beautiful koan, and a clutch of images so beautiful. I wish you and all the gate(less) regulars a Cool Yule, and keep warm.
A privilege to be here.