I wonder about the half-advertent suicides. About a person who writes about a wing in the sky.
But at least that world’s alive to rage and mourn.
One can be content with little in life, if that little is immense.
I think now, in this time of violence and protest, of what Steve Cannon would say about the madness of some and the resolve of others.
Beside her, the vase swallows her own shadow.
