A flicker in the woodsyet enduring as those trees.This twice-spawned leafmakes you believe youcan almost catch lightin your hands. Whatever rootit takes depends on what footbecomes a flower. Brief bliss, whose moth life holdsclose to the flame, this little wormwith wings, so that time may showu

Come, let me strain the raspberriestonight, stir the sauce—glassy the sugar,not too tart—pour it, wipe up the crimsonislands and returnto where I learned the revenueof taste. Taste that’s acquired an appetitefor place, rich with accrued mobilities:sun on the slender sill at early d

I am a firm believer in the power of place.

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