Part Nineteen Began Questioning

Want           

 

 

This style of writing with lovely hair, which she brought to its

don’t-ask-me-what,

decorated with pending needs caused by winter, is born in you

for the symposium.

 

I have not heard one word from summer months. Our lives are

cited to illustrate points.

Photographs, when they are tired, move in time. I’ve always

admired your walls.