sitting by the French doors8:00, it’s April evening dark writing by the light of the Pink full moonlistening to an old John Prine song“that’s the way the world goes round”doing my memorial to his musical gift,and wondering who’ll be here tomorrow,i may be, i may notunless i’m only frequencyeither way, what i need to dois […]
3 years ago, i was visiting family, friends in Rochester (as I will again!) The memory reminds me that each day the sun rises to a different day. Every year is different. I will return to Rochester, though I will be missing the conversations with one friend Fletcher. I will celebrate with Sarah and Skip’s
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No photo …early to rise, with the first edge of light rising behind the row of cedars in the East. a half-waking focus, face cleaning, orifice cleaning,pull back the material covering the french doors, run some fresh water to boil for coffee. out the window over the sink, i catch the fast sauntering raccoon. i
