Facing the last league of the Long Walk. The blanched branches of the naked-boughed elms and oaks, last sentinels of a long-dried-out forest, lie behind. The broad scope of an undiscovered country awaits. I can lay down my burdens here and proceed no more. Or I can continue to place one foot before another and…

As if it could be any other way… Savoring the sublime through language experiencing the true through language Feeling the heart race at the right word a pulse flutters at such uttered language exhausted yet engaging lyricality beholden to the subtlety of language Delightful to listen to the silence as though that isn’t the first…

Only of a particular variety, one can say… unfit for human consumption cuckhoo cry

“Deliciously” the first notes cascade forth… Blue moon an Aria to entice La Lune herself… from out of the shadow a crescendo arising so high, before the fall… a finger points up

Misty peaks. Verdant treetops. Nesting cranes. An adult gazes on two young. The gold-plated, metal-framed naturescape hung in our former Primary Bathroom for almost twenty years. Now it rests at the bottom of a linen closet. A casualty of home decor fashion… climbing above hills full moon