Clouds, charcoal chalk lines wriggling across the sky. The old paperbark basket sits in the corner by the fireplace The radio its brass knobs and a dulled wooden sheen Not stories of yesteryear or of adventure in your arm-chair No, the stories were traded in the navel-gazing bull market on a virtual square Popularized friendships …
What is the cost of our ceaseless gasping, seeking, fumbling, and our unkept restlessness?
A tree in the wind The wind in a tree All in me. -Author Unknown
I am nobody: A red sinking autumn sun Took my name away. by Richard Wright from “Haiku: This Other World”