5/11/2021

5:45 P.M.


The same late afternoon 

slant throwing shadows 

on the wall, the same trees, 

the same darting swallows,

the same nesting sparrows,

the same hungry owls,

never nostalgic about our 

ritual return.


[LSS, 5/11/21] 


Rehearsal


We will always be beginners 

rearranging the chairs 

waiting for the revised script.

[LSS, 5/11/21]


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