Why it has been so long

Today the words are heavy and awkward, they each feel out of place. If less is more than I will write only these few lines. Is it safer in a sparsely built sanctuary, make it portable, light and able to travel. I cant give more because I don’t know yet where it spills over from one pool to the other. I do not like having anonymous readers in my head. This does not work.

Simon Wolf

Poet and teaching-artist in Seattle, WA.

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