.bottle.

.next event.

today i write of glass and ashes, inspired before, then swept by other’s moments. witness the cleaning, month passed, in our surprise forgot the soot and dashes, to burnish wax. today, a small task.…

layered in air we dance with glass small souls with small lives rise to the challenges

glass housed and labelled ten years ago. this house is closed, yet will open at 10 am. 

possibly.it varies.

if he only looked out at the world, forgot all this nonsense.

it is what we make it. he said ‘ ” the things we think are

worries now”, as discussed with the boy.

not yet published.

the kindness that is. glass reflecting. slowly it starts. maybe we need to check our numbers?

now it is shattered. and cuts.