Telling: Streams & Logs

Best Day Ever

Best Day Ever: 4.28.17

It is Friday. Come to this. A folding over the tender parts. Boney shielding. I bend and lean, bracing myself against the torrent.

The night deposited me in the still early, like a bus passing through fields. The unmarked stop. That opening and closing of doors. Irreversible.

Here I am now, thinking of birdsong.