a cautious journey
the car the dog myself
gentle tuning of a memory plays out as the broken stalks of winter pass by
I feel the smile wanting to cleave the stubborn creases onto which I hold fast
I let them
cleave
I give this to the day if not to myself
a just glance out the side window
caught ribbon of yellow an unfurling of my soul
springs sure sign never fails to display itself
the notice has been served
natures dressing always this assurance