Factor in the sands of granite
That obligate a shape
by setting sedimentary.
Once a verbal speck.
Then a sauce-stained countertop.
And rub love’s weather with a spoon.
Precipitation stirs, eroding
roofs
There is something deeply heavenly about the lights of home at night. Now, I
don’t mean wispy heavenly, puffy-cloudy heavenly, cherub heavenly, because this
vision is quite earthy. And neither am I
> “It is difficult to find words strong enough for the sensation which came over
me; Milton’s “enormous bliss” of Eden comes somewhere near to it. It was a
sensation, of course,
“We want to live off the grid,” she tells me.
I hadn’t known she was married, that she had eloped three years ago. She and her
husband live in a small apartment
A few weeks ago, after 10 years of running a bed and breakfast, my parents sold
their inn, their home. In a way, that was always part of the plan. A ten-year
plan.