The view from a window in the car Played like dozens and dozens of vignettes As we passed by I point and say, "Think of how little of the lives we see Of each and every person walking by In those tiny moments when our paths cross Yet, each life has its own unique story" I gesture as we travel on "Or how that tree has felt countless sunrises and...Learn More

"Already winter," you say to yourself again Turning the words over and over As though they were as worn out as an old good luck charm (Sides smooth through passing from worried hand to worried hand) Your breath escapes your body You remark that it is your soul rejoining the atmosphere And when it is all used up, only the body remains But there...Learn More