– poetry searching the skies i fail to find a single cloud–cautious, yet certain, that when night falls we’ll see galaxies. Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
the sieve and the sand 
Aye, that’s quite the perk of living in New England.