3 years ago(2017), i was visiting family, friends in Rochester (as I will again!) The memory reminds me that, as each day the sun rises to a different day, each year is also the same. Though I will return to Rochester, I will be missing the conversations with one friend Fletcher. I will celebrate with […]
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and just like that, everything the roots of the structure that lay bare all winter, everything covered in a new layer of profuse color with the vibrations of thousands of the invisible insects and birds, humming chorus to the new light
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
