Some summer mornings I resist the invitation to greet the day on the page, murmur excuses within the crowded clamor – too cold, too gray, too late – then the seagull flies overhead, mouth dangling dark matter extracted from a neighbor’s gutter, to the nest I cannot see but must be close.
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Threshold
Posted in Nest, Renewal/rebirth, Transformation, Writing on July 4, 2022 | 4 Comments »