inspired by//text taken from Walden by Henry David Thoreau

Rainstorms house afternoon in salty-blue silence,
ticktockticktock ticktockticktock –
gumdrops pooling in gutters
Evening unfolds village houses – mountain maids with mop and pail
fingers uncurling from
a fisted,
The clouds imbibe a part of themselves, which,
they leave,
peeled, in a ring.
lingering about us
What sort of space
separates? I think you would feel lonesome
nearer to folks.
What want

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